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Now, don’t get me wrong—brothels ain’t all fun an’ games. Some’re dark as a kraken’s belly. Saw a mate o’ mine, ol’ Gibbs, lose his boots an’ dignity in one. “What happened?” I says. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” he mumbles, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*’s script, an’ I’m cacklin’—serves ‘im right for trustin’ a gal named “Raven.” Pissed me off, though, seein’ ‘im so glum. Brothels can chew ye up, spit ye out, an’ charge ye fer the pleasure. Hate that sneaky rot—makes me wanna burn the place down, savvy?

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A year-old Carlow man has been sentenced in Cardiff Crown Court to seven years in jail for controlling prostitution and money laundering.

I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Typical Irish weather, I guess. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I should’ve brought my raincoat. But then, I see this rainbow over the River Barrow. Like, seriously? A rainbow? In the middle of my disaster? I can’t help but smile. It’s like the universe is saying, “Chill, mate. It’s not all bad.”

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