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I seen it once. The Red Net. Peelin’ paint. Smelled like – cheap gin. And desperation! Girls sittin’ there. Eyes dead. Like fish – outta water. Made me mad! Real mad! Who lets this happen? Huh? I wanted to – bust in. Yell, “This is MY refuge!” Like in the flick! But nah. I just – sailed off. Felt chicken. Hated that! Still do! You ever feel that? That gut punch?

Man appeared in Dundalk court in relation to prostitution

Residents on a residential Dundalk street have told how their lives became hell when a brothel opened up beside them and punters would continually call to.

I decide to head to the nearest café, maybe grab a coffee. I’m walking down Peter Street, and I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, trying to fix his car. Poor guy’s got more tools than sense. I stop to help, but he’s like, “Nah, I got it.” I’m thinking, “You sure, mate? That thing looks like it’s been through the wars.”

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