Ada Tralee Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

Warrants issued over brothel-keeping

First off, I hit the streets of Tralee, right? Strolled down the main drag, The Mall. It’s a nice spot, but lemme tell ya, the weather was all over the place. One minute, sunshine. Next minute, rain. Classic Irish, am I right? I was like, “Great, just what I need.”

Three greyhounds eliminated from Novice 3 class sweep in Tralee for going inside cut-off time