English Narration - Irish accent - Character - Mary Coyle
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Irish (General)Transcript
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My name is Mary Coyle. I was born in Ireland, but I came here to Quebec City when I was young. I didn't have any money. I didn't know anybody. I could have become a domestic slaving away all day for a pittance. But the line of work I got into brought in more money. Well, in the early days, at least I heard my regular customers. It was enough money to justify going to jail from time to time. But you get old fast at that job, and soon you can do anything else and to get a reputation and you make enemies. And soon you're not bringing in as much money as you did when you were young, fresh faced and rosy cheeked. And it's cold in winter. So, yeah, if the police don't find you work in the streets, sweep you up, send you to jail, you've got no choice but to do it yourself. I've checked myself into jail to make it through the winter months. Many times. That's why I'm here now. Voluntary confession, they call it. You can do that, you know. All in all, I've been sentenced 80 times in the last 16 years. They know me here very well. In Ireland, they have magdalen asylums run by the church for people who work the streets. But here there's nothing no charity or homes for us. Immoral, fallen women. They think that if they make it too easy for us, everyone is going to become a prostitute. I would like to make us disappear, lock away the door to throw away the key, but they can only give you two months of vagrancy and then they have to let you out. So you check yourself into jail again and again. We are sentenced to hard labour, but really it's just some suing and sit in, sometimes picking Oakland, which hurts the fingers. But you get a bed, some bad food and wood heater to keep you warm, and Dr even comes by if you're sick. But it's a tough life. I don't think I got too many years left in me.