Claire An Muileann Gcearr Brothel ❤️

About Dundalk

Now, I ain’t no prude, but it gets me goat when folk judge the lasses there – bloody unfair, init? Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that bit where Szpilman’s hiding, all alone, desperate – “I don’t know how to thank you!” he says. Makes me think, those girls, trapped too, y’know? Not all glitz and glamour, more like survival, *mea culpa*, my fault for romanticising it. Gets me proper choked up, it does.

Cyfeiriadau

Tá daoine ag súil go mbronnfaidh UNESCO stádús faoi leith d’Uisneach as seo amach. Iontach ar fad, ócáid spioradálta Gaelach lán le siombal den saoirse mar seo bheith againn gar do mo .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in An-Muileann-gCearr, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my merch. Gotta hit the streets, ya know?

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