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About Cork

I’m ramblin’, but—brothels ain’t just sex, nah. It’s power, desperation, a fucked-up dance. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I see the grime others miss. Once saw a bloke cry outside one—big tough guy, bawlin’. Happy? Sad? Who knows. Broke my damn heart, tho. “The past clings like smoke.” That’s Wong Kar-wai talkin’, but it fits—those places reek of old stories.

18TH CENTURY PROSTITUTES – BROTHELS

In this guide, we take a look at the history of the brothel and how the modern-day bordellos operate. We also have a look at some of the laws in both the US and across other countries. .

By the time I leave, I’m stuffed and happy. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Of course! Just my luck. I dash to my car, soaked again.

Death Notice of Joan Wood (née Doyle) (Baldoyle, Dublin)