Audrey Birr Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothel’s me kinda madness—grubby, loud, alive. Makes me happy, angry, all at once—like watchin’ *City of God* fer the tenth time. “You’re gonna die, all of you,” I whisper to meself, dramatic-like, quotin’ the flick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But brothels, they’re a pirate’s paradise—lawless, lusty, an’ a bit sad. What say ye, mate? Fancy a visit? Savvy?

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Despite assertions that sex work is permitted, it is illegal to run a brothel. It goes against the definition of prostitution itself. Since they are unable to open their own brothel, they have to .

First off, I get a call from a driver on O’Connell Street. He’s stuck in traffic, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s Birr! What do you expect?” But nah, he’s losing it. I can hear the frustration in his voice. I mean, who wouldn’t be mad? O’Connell can be a nightmare, especially with all those roadworks. I swear, they’ve been digging up that street since the dawn of time.

Death Notice of David Hanevy (Birr, Offaly)