Sadie Dundrum Brothel ❤️

About Drogheda

Brothels ain’t just sex dens—they’re power plays. Money talks, bullshit walks. Owners? Ruthless fucks sometimes, but smart—gotta be. “When’s it gonna stop?”—movie line fits, ‘cause this biz never dies, adapts like a cockroach. Me? I’d run one slick—clean, classy, top-dollar babes. Greed is good, but I’d treat ‘em right—happy workers, fat profits. That’s the Gekko way, amigo! Whaddya think—wanna hit one up sometime? Ha!

The history of brothels

So, I duck into a shop on Dundrum’s main drag. It’s one of those quirky little boutiques. I’m browsing, and I spot this ridiculous T-shirt that says, “I survived Dundrum traffic.” I laugh out loud. Like, who hasn’t? The traffic here is a nightmare! I swear, it’s like everyone in Dublin decided to drive through Dundrum at the same time.

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