Makayla Dubliany Brothel ❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, ramblin’ on like a hen on a hot griddle! So, this whole brothel thing—lordy, it’s a hoot and a holler, ain’t it? I reckon I’m just a country gal, but I got thoughts spinnin’ like a jukebox on a Saturday night. Brothels, huh? Been around longer than my beehive hairdo! Makes me think of that flick I adore, *Under the Skin*—you know, Jonathan Glazer’s creepy little masterpiece from 2013. That alien gal cruisin’ round, pickin’ up fellas? Kinda like a brothel vibe, but flipped—cold, eerie, and damn unsettlin’. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin’ sweet tea, wonderin’ bout them workin’ girls.

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A man who rented out properties across rural Ireland under false pretences and used them as brothels was found with child abuse material on.

As the sun sets, the event wraps up. I’m exhausted but happy. I look around at all the smiling faces. That’s what it’s all about, right? Community. I’m feeling all the feels. But then, I trip over a stray dog. Seriously, Dubliany, can we not? The dog just looks at me like, “What’s your problem?” I laugh it off.

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