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About Dublin

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re bloody everywhere, in’t they? Like, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout me fave flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Thai geezer Apichatpong knows how to mess with yer head, yeah? Whores, they got that same vibe – mysterious, bit trippy, like. “The air is so quiet here,” like that line from the movie, that’s how it feels when yer round ‘em, dead calm but somethin’s brewin’, ya know?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Plunkett became head of her own household when she started her first brothel with a friend, Sally Hayes, in Drogheda Street in Dublin. Plunkett was.

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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