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About Cork

Lemme paint ya a scene. I’m imaginin’ a brothel, all red velvet, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like Winfried’s fake-teeth stunt in *Toni Erdmann*—bold, but you’re like, “Why tho?” Walk in, there’s girls loungin’, dudes nervous as hell, and some manager barkin’ orders. I’d be like, “This ain’t a corporate gig, chill!” Oh, fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got *unions* for sex workers. Friggin’ organized, yo! Blew my mind. Wish I could high-five ‘em.

INLA investigation: Two men and a woman in court charged with brothel keeping

A massage parlour owner who continued to provide “happy endings” to customers despite three warnings from gardaí has received a suspended prison sentence.

After that, I head over to the park on Crumlin Road. Just wanna chill for a bit, right? But nooo, there’s a bunch of kids playing football, and they’re all over the place. I’m dodging balls left and right. One nearly takes my head off! I’m like, “Watch it, Ronaldo!”

Death Notice of Robert (Bob) Donovan (Crumlin, Dublin)