Anna Kilkenny Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Galway

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

Defendant used fake passport and fake utility bills to secure rental properties from landlords

But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, proper Irish rain. I was soaked in seconds. I was like, “Really, Kilkenny? You couldn’t just let me enjoy my cheese?” So, we ducked into a shop on Patrick Street. It was one of those quirky places with all sorts of random stuff. I found this ridiculous hat. I had to buy it. I mean, who wouldn’t want a giant green leprechaun hat?

Death Notice of MICHAEL GRIFFIN (Slieverue, Kilkenny)