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So, this one time, heard a story—some Nevada joint, legal brothel, guy walks in, pays big, just to nap. A NAP! Paid $500 to snooze with a gal. Laughed my ass off, what a sap. “I don’t know how to love you,” Celine’d say to that moron. Me? I’d burn the place down before steppin’ in. Sticky floors, shady deals—hate it. Once read they got secret tunnels in old ones, like in Amsterdam, for sneakin’ out priests. Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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A BROTHEL in a sleepy Roscommon village that was once home to the actress Maureen O'Sullivan turned over € in three days.

Then, I decide to stroll down Castle Street. Beautiful, right? But then I see this guy, just standin’ there, lookin’ lost. Turns out, he’s lookin’ for the Roscommon Castle. I’m like, “Dude, it’s right there!” I point, and he’s all, “Oh, wow, thanks!” Like, really? You didn’t see the giant castle?

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