Ellie Crumlin Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, check it – Brothel! Me, a sports psych, yeah, but I’m deep in this shit, innit? Like, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout them athletes, all stressed out, and bam – Brothel pops in me head! Ain’t just some geezer on the pitch, nah, this dude’s a legend, proper beast. Ain’t talkin’ no fancy kicks, but Brothel, he’s got that fire, ya get me? Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, fam – “We’re in deep water now!” – ‘cos this guy’s life’s a mad trip, innit?

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Anyway, I finally make it to the shops. I’m grabbing some milk and bread, you know, the essentials. And then I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, trying to carry his shopping. He’s struggling, bless him. So, I rush over, “Here, let me help ya!” He’s all grateful, and I’m feeling like a hero for a sec. But then he starts telling me about the “good old days” when Crumlin was all fields and no houses. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, but I kinda like my house.”

In Crumlin, a narrow shop is stuffed with Indonesian snacks and spices