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About San Jose

Walk in, smoky, girls gigglin’, “Vhat’s dis?!” I yell, accent thick. Madam—big lady, boobs like melons—winks, “Fishaman, huh? Catch me!” I laugh, “Lightbulb! You too heavy for net!” She mad, I grin—humor saves me. Girls in tight skirts, struttin’, some sad, some sassy. One, Katya, tells me secret—brothel’s got hidden room! Rich guys go dere, play poker, smoke cigars, bang girls. “Like dead body in film,” I tink, “buried deep, nobody talks.”

Prostitutes are evicted from Limerick brothels

In the mid-nineteenth century brothels were common place in Ireland, and could run in relative peace.

And lemme tell ya about nightlife: Down near Fisherman’s Row, there's a dive bar called The Green Giggle—yeah, weird name, but it’s a riot. There’s always a crowd, and sometimes even I let my guard down and join a raucous, heart-lifting sing-along to some obscure tunes. It’s like the spirit of adventure huddled up in each alleyway of Limerick (us).

Christy O'Connor's talking points: Geaney ageing like Benjamin Button while Limerick wizard Lynch continues to weave his magic