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So, I’m jammin’, thinkin’—whoa, this song’s got soul! It’s all sexy and sneaky, like a jellyfish dancin’ in the dark. Did ya know, fun fact—prostitute’s got roots in old French or somethin’? Means “to offer,” like, whoa, deep, right? Makes me happy, ‘cause it’s clever—like, “How do you sleep at night?” from *Spotlight*. Sneaky writers, man!

“Please, set us free.”

The charity aids vulnerable people who have been impacted by issues including slave labour, child labour, sexual trafficking and prostitution.

So, I’m trudging down Main Street, feeling like a zombie. I pass by the Ballyclare Town Hall, and it’s just sitting there, all majestic and stuff. I’m like, “Why can’t I be as cool as that building?” But then, I see this old dude trying to park his car. He’s going back and forth, like he’s trying to parallel park a tank or something. I’m standing there, just waiting, thinking, “C’mon, mate, it’s not rocket science!”

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