Ella Terenure Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

‘It’s clearly a brothel, yet nothing can be done’

Tougher laws on brothel keeping are putting sex workers at increased risk of arrest or assault, according to those working with prostitutes.

After dinner, we stroll around, and I’m feeling all kinds of happy. The streets are lit up, and there’s this vibe in the air. We end up at the Terenure Cross, and I’m just taking it all in. The buzz of the city, the laughter, the random street performers. It’s like a scene from a movie.

Terenure celebrate Dublin court success