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About Cork

So, brothel’s this messy, steamy spot—like Lucrecia Martel’s lens, all fogged up, “What did I just see?” I’m cacklin’ already! Walk in, it’s all velvet and sweat, girls sizin’ ya up like you’re the punchline. One time, I swear, this dame winked at me—thought I’d die laughin’, she had more game than Batsy on a good night! Little known fact, right? Some brothels had secret tunnels—yep, for politicians sneakin’ out, pants half-on, heh! Imagine that, “Oh, Senator, where’s ya dignity?” Lost it in the sheets, pal!

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

A man who rented properties across rural Ireland under false pretences and used them as brothels has been jailed for nine years.

Then, I decide to stroll down to the Vinegar Hill. You know, the place with all the history? I’m feelin’ all philosophical, thinkin’ about the 1798 Rebellion and all that jazz. But then, I see this old fella tryin’ to climb the hill. He’s huffin’ and puffin’, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s not Everest!” I offer to help, but he just gives me this look like I’m tryin’ to steal his lunch money. So, I back off.

Enniscorthy woman celebrates her 60th birthday in style surrounded by her friends