Emily Donaghmede Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

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But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though. Just my luck, right? I duck into a nearby pub to wait it out. The place is cozy, and the locals are friendly. I chat with a few folks, and they’re all about the tech scene in Donaghmede. It’s refreshing!

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