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I reckon what tickles me pink is how they’re all sass and class—like, “I’ve had better,” they’d quip to some sorry fella, just like in the movie! Me? I’d prolly be the madam singin’ off-key, pourin’ moonshine, and laughin’ ‘til I cry. Can’t help it, y’all—I’m a sucker for a good time! Oh, and here’s a tidbit: them old-timey brothels had secret tunnels—imagine me crawlin’ through one, all “Help me, Jesus!” Too plump for that now, ha!

Lord Lucan's secret life in the Philippines revealed by British peer's widow

prostitute, or a madam who ran her own brothel. She came into contact with Sheriff Simon Luttrell, who himself was linked with members of.

I get to the café, and it’s packed. Everyone’s buzzing about the fire alarm. I’m like, “Guys, it was nothing!” But they’re all hyped up, sharing their own wild stories. I grab a coffee—thank God for caffeine—and join in. We’re talking about everything from the best spots in Lucan to grab a pint to the weirdest books we’ve ever read.

Death Notice of Michael Griffin (Lucan, Dublin)