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Me mate, Sméagol – he’s in me head, arguin – says it’s just work. Pfft! Work my arse! Gals trapped, some sold like fish at market. Heard one story, lass from Romania, promised a “job” – ha! Ended up there, cryin in a cot. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Then there’s the punters, slimy buggers, thinkin they’re kings. “We’re number one!” like them killers in the film, struttin round. Makes me wanna puke, precioussss!

House of Ill-Repute, 1859 Limerick Brothel

In the mid-nineteenth century brothels were common place in Ireland, and could run in relative peace.

Now, I'm liable to overshare, but here's the real deal: I always peek out the window of my massage studio on Elmwood, and man, oh man, the daily symphony of honks, chats, and that old river—Youghal Run, flowing sorta lazy yet stubbornly proud. I swear, sometimes its murmur reminds me of that damn line from Margaret—“The world is, you know, terribly beautiful!” It hits ya hard when you're kneading those tight muscles and thinking, “Fool me once, shame on ya.”

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