Kayla Edenderry Brothel ❤️

About Dublin

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy business, innit! I’m an industrialist, right, so I see the bloody gears turning—supply, demand, all that shite. Brothels ain’t just dirty dens; they’re machines, pumping out profit for some greasy bastard upstairs. Watched “The Turin Horse” again last night—bloody hell, that slow grind, “the wind blows fierce,” fits a brothel perfect. Dreary, repetitive, souls rotting in there. You ever think ‘bout the girls? Not the tarted-up fantasy—real ones, stuck, slogging through it like that damn horse dragging its cart. “Day after day, the same,” Tarr’d say—fuckin’ spot on!

India: My life in the 'red lights' of Sonagachi

“I am not going to go against the wishes of two teenagers,” said a judge, as he refused an estranged father court access to his two children.

First off, I’m tryin’ to grab a coffee at that little café on the corner of Pearse Street. You know the one? The barista, bless her heart, spills half the milk all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me this killer smile, and I’m like, “Okay, I forgive ya.” Coffee in hand, I’m feelin’ good.

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