Scarlett Castleknock Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! So, what’s the deal with ‘em, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ slow, real curious-like. You ever wonder what goes on? Me, a butcher by trade, choppin’ meat all day—brothels ain’t that different! Ha! Flesh on display, right? I’m kiddin’, but not really.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

Death Notice of Frances Creighton (née Smyth) (Castleknock, Dublin)