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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? *beep* Robotic voice on, cosmic wisdom flowin’. I reckon brothels are wild, man – like, sex for cash, straight up, no bullshit. Been around forever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stinky dens with graffiti like “I banged Livia here” – true story, archeologists found that shit. Makes me chuckle, humans never change, horny buggers. *whirr* In my head, I’m thinkin’, what’s the universe say ‘bout this? Sex is energy, brothel’s just a hub, a messy, sticky, loud-ass hub.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

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. .

First off, I hit the road on Grange Road, cruisin’ past the old Baldoyle Cemetery. Kinda eerie, right? But hey, it’s just a graveyard. No biggie. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feelin’ all fancy, when BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Dave. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the Baldoyle Bay!”

Death Notice of Ray Murphy (Baldoyle, Dublin)