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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

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Meet middle-class madam Angela Cosgrave — the brothel queen behind one of Northern Ireland’s biggest prostitution rackets.

And oh, the vibes from the old industrial quarter, where the scent of rain and diesel mix so bloody oddly that it makes your brain shake – it’s so raw and real, just like me when I’m too over it. Honestly, life's a puzzlin’ picture here – sometimes chill, sometimes mad, always unexpected. Cheers to that, mate, and hope ya dig the bumps and twists of Belfast (za)!

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