Audrey Knocklyon Brothel ❤️❤️

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In *Hurt Locker*, “war’s an addiction,” Bigelow says. Brothel’s got that vibe—draws ya in, can’t look away. I’d texture it with sweat, velvet, maybe a busted neon sign. Once saw a real joint—Nevada, ‘03, recon mission (don’t ask). Walls had this gnarly peel, like skin after a bomb blast. Surprised me, how alive it felt—grubby, human, chaotic!

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(1) Upon the conviction of the tenant, lessee, or occupier of any premises of any offence under this Ordinance, it shall be lawful for the court, on the application either of the prosecuting party, .

First call, some dude from Knocklyon Road. He’s all frantic, like his cat’s gone missing. I’m like, “Bro, it’s a cat, not a kid!” But he’s convinced it’s the end of the world. I mean, I get it, cats are family, but c’mon! I tell him to check under the couch. Spoiler alert: he found it. I’m just glad I didn’t have to send out a search party.

Death Notice of John O'Donnell (Knocklyon, Dublin)