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About Bray

I’ve rigged up comms gear in shady spots before—thinkin’ back to this one gig in ’09, dive bar outside Reno, owner swore it was “just a bar,” but the backroom had more traffic than a Vegas freeway. Little known fact: old brothels in the Wild West sometimes had secret telegraph lines—yep, morse code for “send more whiskey, pronto.” Surprised the hell outta me when I read that. Made me happy too—history’s got a twisted sense of humor. But modern joints? Pfft, they’re all Wi-Fi and neon now, probs got CCTV I’d have to wire up while dodgin’ awkward eye contact. “What is this body without organs?”—Godard again. Brothel’s like that—chaos, no center, just bodies and cash swappin’ hands.

Mark O’Connell

Was in the area a few weeks back gettin the bus to Slane, noticed a scummy brothel across form the Maldron Hotel. Fair play to them. Vote Rep #1.

After that, we head to Terenure Road. It’s a bit quieter, thank God. We grab a bite at this little spot called “The Greenhouse.” Best sandwiches ever! I’m munching away, and S is telling me about her latest project. I’m nodding, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about that dog from earlier. Did he find his way home?

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