Violet Rathgar Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

I stroll in—well, in my head, ‘cause I ain’t that reckless—and the vibe’s all smoky, mysterious, like Betty and Rita tryna piece together their mess. “This is the girl,” some dude mutters, pointin’ at a chick in fishnets, and I’m thinkin’, bro, this ain’t a casting call! Makes me laugh, tho—whole setup’s absurd, like a dark comedy. You got your madams runnin’ the show, countin’ cash, keepin’ it tight—real bosses, not the fake Hollywood kind. Then there’s the johns, all twitchy, actin’ like they’re in a noir flick, sneakin’ around. Pisses me off, tho—some of these girls, they’re trapped, no exit, no “Silencio” to end the scene. That’s the ugly bit, fam.

Ten Years in The Willows

Then, outta nowhere, a storm rolls in. I mean, it’s sunny one minute, and the next, it’s like the sky’s falling. We dash for cover, and I’m soaked. S is laughing, and I’m like, “This is not funny!” But honestly, it kinda is.

In Pictures: Relaxed elegance at Edwardian home in Rathgar for €3.25m