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Roxy had this trick—carried peppermint schnapps. Said it kept her warm. Little known fact: old-time pros used booze as perfume! Covered the stink, I guess. D’oh! Genius, right? But man, pimps pissed me off—slimy jerks takin’ her cash. Wanted to punch ‘em, but—coward here. She laughed once, called me “sweet dope.” Felt good, like when Cathy smiles through tears.

Nobody is coming soon

A woman who was allegedly trafficked and required to work as a prostitute in rural Ireland including in Portarlington amid threats and a “debt.

First off, I’m a machinist, so I’m used to the grind. But today? Ugh. I head down to the workshop on Newcombe St. and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Tools everywhere, oil stains, and my mate Dave is already yelling about some machine that’s gone rogue. Classic Dave, always overreacting. But hey, I can’t blame him. That old lathe was acting like it had a mind of its own.

'Mindless morons' damage new Laois playground