Rebecca Newbridge Brothel ❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I strolled into one once—Victorian joint, East End, 1880s, real classy shithole. Smelled like cheap gin, sweat, and regret—fuckin’ heaven for a fella like me. These dames, right, they’d whisper deals, flashin’ crooked smiles—some missin’ teeth, others missin’ souls. Made me hungry, ya know? Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—that’s me sizin’ up the pimps, thinkin’ they’d pair nice with a Chianti. Didn’t tho—too gamey, prolly from all the whorin’.

Women appear in Kildare court on brothel charges

According to gardai a number of female escorts were inside the premises which was located in Eyre Street in Newbrige. No arrests were made.

But then, the pub’s packed, and this guy starts shoutin’. He’s mad about somethin’—probably the footie match. I’m thinkin’, “Chill, mate! It’s just a game!” But he’s not havin’ it. He spills his drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Oi! Watch it!” But he just laughs and says, “You needed a shower anyway!”

Gunnislake Newbridge closure this week - News