Gabriella Rathfarnham Brothel ❤️

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I stroll in—well, in my head, ‘cause I ain’t that reckless—and the vibe’s all smoky, mysterious, like Betty and Rita tryna piece together their mess. “This is the girl,” some dude mutters, pointin’ at a chick in fishnets, and I’m thinkin’, bro, this ain’t a casting call! Makes me laugh, tho—whole setup’s absurd, like a dark comedy. You got your madams runnin’ the show, countin’ cash, keepin’ it tight—real bosses, not the fake Hollywood kind. Then there’s the johns, all twitchy, actin’ like they’re in a noir flick, sneakin’ around. Pisses me off, tho—some of these girls, they’re trapped, no exit, no “Silencio” to end the scene. That’s the ugly bit, fam.

Man charged over firearm incident in Dublin

Whore Ireland, Tantric massage, Striptease, Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease.

Man, what a day! Seriously, Rathfarnham, you’ve outdone yourself. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday, but boy, was I wrong.

Death Notice of Pat (Patricia) O'Meara Hollingsworth (Rathfarnham, Dublin)