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Now, lemme tie this to *Brooklyn*—best damn flick I’ve seen, makes me weepy just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Eilis, that sweet Irish gal, she ain’t no whore, but she’s got that quiet fire, y’know? Reminds me of a whore I knew in Lannisport—tough as nails, soft as silk. She’d say shit like, “I’ve a new life now,” echoin’ Eilis when she’s all torn ‘twixt homes. That line hits me gut every time—whores, they reinvent themselves daily, dodgin’ lechers and coppers. Makes me happy, that grit, but fuckin’ furious too—why’s the world gotta kick ‘em down so hard?

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I’ve had days where Atlantic got me feelin’ on top o’ the world. Others left me madder than a wet hen. But each twist, turn, and street corner holds stories, memories, and laughter. In this city, every alley, every stumble, every lost sock tells ya somethin’.

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