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About Swords

Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say brothel’s the real king o’ the sea, not some cod or tuna struttin’ about. Pisses me off, them showy fish—brothel’s the underdog, my kinda hero. Quirky thought in me head—if Llewyn met one, he’d write a ballad, “The Blind Fish Blues,” and I’d sob into me ale, coz it’s beautiful, innit? Rare as a virgin in a brothel—ha, see what I did there?

A case of morals

Now, with all that in mind, here are a few of the world's most infamous red light districts, ranging from outright sexual free-for-alls to sanitized tolerance zones and violent neighborhoods where .

I get there, and it’s a whole different scene. This lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, is freaking out. “They’re in my kitchen! They’re in my kitchen!” she screams. I’m like, “Calm down, lady, I’m on it!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why do I always get the crazy ones?”

Death Notice of Ann MOONEY (née Hogan) (Donnycarney, Dublin)