Grace Walkinstown Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? Been thinkin bout this gig as a Visitin Professor—fancy title, huh? Brothels, man, they’re like… hidden lil worlds, y’know? Watched *Margaret* again last night—fuckin masterpiece, that flick. “The world’s a mess, Lisa…” rings in my head when I think bout these joints. Places where folks trade cash for flesh, all hush-hush like. Got me wonderin—why’s it so damn taboo still?

Scag de réir contae

Walkinstown is a suburb of Dublin in Ireland, six kilometres southwest of the city centre. It is surrounded by Drimnagh to the north, Crumlin to the east, Greenhills to the south, and .

First off, I hit the road on Walkinstown Road. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars? Yeah, that one. I’m dodging traffic like I’m in some kinda video game. I swear, if I had a euro for every honk, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally make it to the café on the corner of the road and Greenhills Road. You know the one? The coffee there is like liquid gold. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot.

Death Notice of John (Johnny) GLYNN (Walkinstown, Dublin)