Olivia Dundrum Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

I get mad tho—some guys rude, yell at girls, treat ‘em like trash. Not cool! Girls work hard, deserve respect, not slaps. One time, big fat man, he scream, I wanna punch him, but I pray instead—holy Borat, yes? Then I happy, ‘cause one girl, she sing song, soft voice, like Nemo’s mom before she gone—make me cry little, so sweet.

Dundrum House and the Maude Family History

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my cozy little flat on Ballinteer Road, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Death Notice of John J. GAHAN (Dundrum, Dublin)