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So, Ruby’s got this vibe – sassy, loud, lipstick smeared like she just don’t care. I saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, and I’m thinkin’, “Dahling, you’re a masterpiece!” – no capes, just attitude. Fun fact: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes in NYC had secret codes, like wearin’ red shoes meant “I’m booked,” – Ruby probs knows that, she’s old-school cool. Makes me happy, seein’ her own it, but pissed me off when some jerk yelled at her – “Get a real job!” – like, excuse me, she’s workin’ harder than you, ya twit!

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Second, while Bray was talking with an older man, Adams approached and asked him if he was giving out applications to become a prostitute. Bray told them both.

After that, I’m starving, right? So I hit up this little café on Quinsborough Road. The smell of fresh scones hits me like a freight train. I order one, and it’s like a hug in pastry form. But then, the barista spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I just wanted a chill breakfast!”

Sale agreed on Sinéad O’Connor’s €1.295m former Bray mansion