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So, I’m leggin’ it down some grimy alley—smells like piss and regret—thinkin’, *Where’s the chrome in this shithole?* Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash a red hanky—secret code, innit? Now it’s all apps and “discreet” ads—progress, my arse! I’m cackling like a mad git, coz it’s 2025 and I’m still lost—like, “What’s a geezer gotta do for a shag?”

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets.

Then, the bar’s TV starts blaring some old Russian movie. Everyone’s glued to it. I’m like, “What’s happening?” Turns out, it’s a classic! People are quoting lines, and I’m just sitting there, lost. I mean, I love New-Ross, but sometimes the nostalgia is too much.

Two rural Wexford bridges which were washed away over three years ago have been reopened