Zara Donaghmede Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

Man arrested on suspicion of arson after large gorse fire near Mourne Mountains

Finally, I grab my laptop and head back. I’m sweating like a pig. But hey, I’m in Donaghmede! The sun’s shining, and the vibe is kinda nice. I pass by the Donaghmede Park, and it’s packed. Families, kids, dogs—everyone’s out enjoying the day. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Death Notice of Robert (Bobby) Balmer (Donaghmede, Dublin)