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Well, hey there, sugar! Me, Dolly, an artist-technologist, ramblin’ bout a brothel—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon brothels got that sneaky charm, kinda like Shu Qi slinkin’ through *The Assassin*. “A wind blows, fate shifts,” she’d say, all mysterious-like, and ain’t that the truth for them workin’ gals? I picture this ol’ rickety house, red curtains flappin’, smellin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—me, a gal who can’t even paint a barn door without trippin’ over my own boots, imaginin’ them ladies dodgin’ fate like assassins in silk.

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INVESTIGATION: SHAME AS FATHER LEAVES CHILD ON STREET WHILE HE VISITS BROTHEL A man leaves the apartment at Mount Southwell in Letterkenny.

I gotta mention some off-the-beaten-track gems: a wee spot near Chapel Street that’s super quiet. I love headin' there for an impromptu nap or just to zone out and let my thoughts drift, echoing those haunting lines, "It’s the only thing in this precious life that keeps me going." And you know what? I even discovered a hidden mural near Queen's Road – it's a burst of color that always lifts my spirits. Ain't that somethin'?

Richard Birch's play of the day at Southwell