Anastasia New Ross Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

Subscriptions

First off, I hit up the local café on Sovetskaya Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Cinnamon Explosion” or whatever. Sounds fancy, right? But it was just a bun with too much sugar. Like, who needs that much sugar at 8 AM? I’m already hyper enough, thanks.

Work needed on New Ross quay front as concerns raised about vacant and shabby buildings