Lauren Newbridge Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, picture this — sleazy joint, red lights, smoky air. Girls in skimpy outfits, laughin’ too loud. Men stumblin’ in, smellin’ like cheap beer. I’d be like, “Hmm… put some clothes on, ladies!” Makes me mad, ya think they wanna be there? Nah, some do, sure, but others? Trapped. Like that poet in the movie — “Can anyone hear this?” Yeah, can anyone hear their cries? Pisses me off, I tell ya!

Suspected brothel raided in Newbridge

The women were working in the brothel and were refused the opportunity to pay money to charity instead of serving a jail sentence. The Sex.

Finally, I get to the pub, and there’s Dave, lookin’ like a lost puppy. He’s all, “I swear I had it!” I’m like, “You always swear, mate. Where’d ya last see it?” Turns out, he left it at the bar. Classic Dave. We grab a pint to celebrate his wallet’s return, and I’m feelin’ good.

Ironmen blast past Newbridge