Lily Portmarnock Brothel ❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout them brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Lost in Translation,” that movie got me all twisted up—like Bob Harris whisperin’, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, well, shoot, who them girls in the brothel tryna be? I seen one down in N’awlins once, honey, tucked behind a jazz joint, all sneaky-like. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout it, but errybody knew! Them walls prolly heard more secrets than a preacher’s wife. I was mad as a wet hen, tho—folks judgin’ them girls like they ain’t human. Made me holler, “What am I doing here?” like Scarlett Johansson, all lost and pouty.

The Brotheler Guide

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So, I grab my coffee and head down to the beach. Portmarnock Beach is stunning, man. The waves are crashing, and I’m feeling all poetic. I sit on the sand, sipping my coffee, and suddenly, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my cup! I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not sharing!” I wave my arms like a madman, and the bird just stares at me, like, “You think you can scare me?”

Death Notice of John Fitzgerald (Portmarnock, Dublin)