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Pisses me off tho—people judgin em, callin em trash. Like, mate, you don’t know her story! Maybe she’s got kids, maybe she’s just tryna eat. Gets me mad, all that sanctimonious bullshit. But then—happy thought—she’s out there, hustlin, survivin. Tough as nails. Reminds me of Jep’s line, “The most important thing I discovered…”—what? That life’s a fuckin circus? Whores know that better than anyone.

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Julie Peakman summarises the three volumes of Peg’s memoirs and places them in the context of 18th-century Irish society with a commentary and analysis full of intriguing and informative detail.

Ey mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Perg (at)! This city's bloody magical, like, it's a labyrinth of dreams—Inception style, innit? Sharon! You know, I’ve been here yonks as a sexologist, so I notice all them little pulses of life, ya feel me?

Fig. 5.2 ERG and PERG in glaucoma. The flash ERG (left column) is...