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Oi mate, Brothel, yeah? Bloody hell, what a plant! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – s’like, this weird leafy bugger, innit? Looks like a bleedin’ mess, all spiky and wild, growin’ where it shouldn’t. I’m an agronomist, see, but this ain’t no ordnary shrub – s’a freaky little sod! Reminds me o’ Ratatouille, that flick I love. “Anyone can cook!” – well, anyone can grow brothel, but it’s a sneaky bastard. Hides in the dirt, pops up, surprises ya! Got me thinkin’, “Sharon, this plant’s got balls!”

Filthy brothel on KL’s Jalan Petaling busted by authorities

Tommy just been driving down the Howth Road at Killester. Just before that he passed Saint Annes on Sybil Hill. At least the geography was.

After that, I head down to the local Garda station on the Main St. to see if they’ve heard anything about the car. The officer there is a real character. He’s got this thick accent and keeps cracking jokes. I’m trying to be serious, but he’s making me laugh.

From ‘country’ living and horse-drawn milk floats, to modern city suburb – new book charts the history of Killester