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I stand here, prison warden, dark mask on—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Brothel, huh? Filthy joint down the road. Seen it all, man, whores and drunks. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that flick—bleak, endless grind, “the wind blows fierce.” Girls there, trapped, like the horse, y’know? Just pullin’ their load, no escape. Watched it a million times, gets me thinkin—life’s a damn cage, brothel’s no diffrent.

Growing Up In Brothels

Mar 22,  · A brothel raid, instead of rescue, can become the source of her physical trauma as she is not brought into the public sphere and exposed to family and acquaintances who were .

Around noon, I finally get a breather. I grab a quick bite at the local café on Emmet Street. Best scones in town, no joke! I sit down, take a deep breath, and just enjoy the moment. But of course, that doesn’t last long. My phone buzzes again. It’s a driver stuck at the roundabout near the Birr Castle. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a roundabout! Just go!” But no, he’s panicking. I can’t help but laugh.

Newly formed choir to perform at ‘LOETB Birr Choir & Friends’ charity concert