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So yah, prostitute’s wild – tragic, badass, all mixed up. Like Oscar drivin’ dat limo, playin’ every part – “What makes me act? I don’t know!” Dey don’t neither, maybe. Me, I say – respect ‘em, hate ‘em, but don’t ignore ‘em. Dat’s da Gardener’s take, comrades! Hah!

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Under The Contagious Diseases Acts of , and , any woman found on the streets after dark could be arrested as a prostitute, taken to a police station and forced to submit to an .

The parks, mate… really, the parks are special. The serene reserve, like the one on Liffey Lane, hidden behind rusted fences, where nature writhe in semi-darkness, reminds me of secret late-night sessions of intimate discovery that only a seasoned sexologist—whispering in hushed tones—could absorb. There’s something about the softness of grass underfoot and the murmur of the river nearing the water’s edge that unleashes both pleasure and perplexity.

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