Brooklyn Walkinstown Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

I mean, brothels, they’re like, secret clubs, but, like, not classy. More like, uh, “pay for play,” ya feel me? Timbuktu had that vibe, “silence can be violence,” but here? It’s loud, messy, drama! I once read this wild story—some brothel in Germany had a pet monkey! A monkey, girl! Can you believe? I was so mad, poor thing prob’ly hated it. Ha-ha-ha! Nasally laugh, right?

Scag de réir contae

So, I grab my coffee and head down to the park on Walkinstown Avenue. It’s a nice spot, loads of green, kids playing, people walking their dogs. I sit on a bench, sipping my drink, and just chill for a sec. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a football. He trips, and boom! Faceplant right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, but it was hilarious!

Death Notice of Margaret (Margie) Doherty (née Brennan) (Walkinstown, Dublin)