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Yo, honey, listen up! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ it, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, y’all. Picture this—me, a Forester, out in them woods, but my mind’s on the streets. These girls, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, and I’m like, “Slay, queens, slay!” Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam. Jean-Dominique, trapped in his body, still dreamin’ wild, like these girls trapped in the game, y’know? “I am free,” he said, and I feel that for ‘em. They’re fightin’ for freedom too, in their own messy way.

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A major Interpol crackdown on human trafficking saw gardaí identifying a number of women who are sex workers across various places in Ireland.

Then, outta nowhere, my old boss, Mr. O’Reilly, pops in. He’s a character, always crackin’ jokes. He sees me panicking and says, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “More like a coffee monster!” We both crack up, and it lightens the mood.

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