Meeting Maire.
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Meeting Maire. It's been an exhausting voyage for 22-year-old Maire, who only last week checked into a 50 cent a night Brooklyn hotel. With the New York skyline ahead of us and Central Park in the rear of our view, we sip coffee in a tawdry café. Wearing a beautiful modest Irish tailored flowered frock, she plays with her long dark hair as she tells me about her experiences in Ireland on this blazing hot American afternoon. Her mannerisms are strikingly peculiar, but she is very polite and cordial, maintaining her humble Irish stance. Squinting from the rays of sunshine, which rages through the murky windows, she sips her coffee and excuses herself as she fortuitously spills a little on the dark russet stool. But our already-stained grubby table allows me to feel lowlier and I begin to relate to the adverse life of Maire. However, we equally enjoy our...

