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About Sankt Polten

Whore’s a survivor tho—takes guts, man. Like Chas, runnin from his demons, they hustle, dodge, weave. Ever hear bout the Parisian whores in the 1800s? Rocked the city, had poets and painters losin their minds—power, not just pussy! Surprised me, honestly, how they flipped the script. *Whirr*—cosmic thought—ain’t it wild how whore’s both victim and kingpin? Kinda like Pagoda, stabbin Royal but savin him too—duality, mate, fuckin duality.

Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of a Whore

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.

Down on Marston Ave, the vibe is crazy. It’s narrow, dark, and intimate, like those secret rendezvous. Named after some old legend, proper mysterious, ya know? I once had a wild night there, whispers in alleyways, a proper, er, mind-bending experience, sort of like "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" Rumblin’ thoughts, mate.

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