Charlotte Tralee Brothel ❤️

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But—ha!—some funny shite too. This one brothel, swear, had a parrot—squawkin’ dirty words at coppers! Nearly pissed meself laughin’. “The heart’s a fool,” like in “Brooklyn”—them punters fallin’ for girls, thinkin’ it’s love. Idiots! Me, I’m watchin’, judgin’—who’s runnin’ this? Triads? Pimps? Once saw a madam, proper posh, sippin’ tea while girls worked. Surprised me—classy bird, rotten soul.

Daniella I.

After that, I decided to grab a coffee at this little café on Castle Street. It’s called The Coffee Dock, and let me tell ya, their cappuccinos are to die for. I order one, and the barista is super chill. We start chattin’, and I’m feelin’ good again. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, askin’ if I wanna go to the pub later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

Death Notice of Hugh O'Farrell (Tralee, Kerry)