Lydia Dromore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, gather ‘round! Picture this—a brothel, yeah? Not just any dive, but a bleedin’ palace of vice! We shall fight on the mattresses, we shall fight in the dim-lit parlors, we shall never surrender to the prudes! I’m a game designer, see, and this joint’s a bloody masterpiece—levels of sin stacked like a dodgy Jenga tower. Got this vibe from me fave flick, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives”—y’know, that mad Thai gem from 2010. Slow as hell, but deep, like a prossie’s sigh at dawn.

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After that, I head over to the Dromore Park. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green grass, trees, the whole shebang. I plop down on a bench, just chillin’. But then, I see this couple havin’ a massive argument. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m tryin’ to enjoy my day, and they’re makin’ it hard. I mean, c’mon, keep it down, right?

Acknowledgement. Sally McNulty, Dromore, Co Tyrone. Died 22