Allison Knocklyon Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, let’s talk brothels! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout these joints, and shit gets wild in my head, like fuckin "Inside Out" up in this bitch! You got Joy runnin round, tryna make it all happy, but then Anger’s like, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no picnic!” Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em marked with dick signs pointin the way? True shit! Like, “Follow the cock, boys!” That cracks me up, motherfucker!

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When we returned we walked past a group of women sat next to large platters of rice for you to dip your hands into. The bottom line is, as two lone women we felt vulnerable and unsafe and .

Man, what a day! I swear, being a telephone operator in Knocklyon is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. I’m sippin’ my coffee, trying to wake up, when the phone starts ringing off the hook. Like, chill out, people!

John Walsh, Knocklyon, Dublin and formerly of Drimaderra, Ballyhaunis, Co. Mayo