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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild fuckin places, man! Like, ya walk in, it’s all dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume an sweat. Reminds me o’ that flick, *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s what them girls do, suck ya dry, hah! Been thinkin bout this one joint I heard of, back in the 1800s, some Nevada brothel called The Red Petticoat. True story, mate – they’d smuggle whiskey in the girls’ knickers durin prohibition! Fuckin mental, right?

Man (54) who ran brothels across rural Ireland found with child sex abuse material

But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I was soaked in seconds. We dashed into a shop on Bridge St. to wait it out. I was laughing so hard, I could barely breathe. Yuki was like, “This is the best day ever!” And I was like, “You’re insane!”

Death Notice of Ann P Brady (née Greally) (Bailieborough, Cavan)