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Now, if I was pickin a brothel flick, I’d say *Amour* ain’t it—too dang sad! Brothels got sass, grit, a little git-r-done spirit! Imagine me struttin in, yellin, “Git-R-Done!”—them gals’d laugh me outta the joint! Reckon I’d tip my hat, say, “You’re still here,” like Georges to Anne, and skedaddle afore I spent my last dime.

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Killester, before turning back on the next train. He loses sight of Stephen but finds him eventually in the brothel of Bella Cohen in Tyrone St. Stephen is.

He starts telling me this wild story about how his car was stolen while he was “out.” I’m like, “Out where? The pub?” He gets all defensive, saying he was at a “friend’s place.” Yeah, right. I can smell the beer on him from a mile away.

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