Violet Carrickfergus Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothel—man, what a freakin’ mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—why? Why’s this even a thing? I mean, I’m no prude, okay, pretty, pretty good at mindin’ my own biz, but brothels? They’re like the trash compactor scene in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive!”—all squished up, dirty, and you’re wonderin’ who’s runnin’ this dump! I saw this joint once, Nevada, legal spot—total shock, I’m tellin’ ya! Guys linin’ up like it’s a deli counter, “Gimme the special!”—and I’m over here, losin’ my mind, thinkin’, “What’s wrong with you schmucks?”

Never Pay For Brothels Again

A prostitute who is selling sex from a house right next to a youth club could face a picket outside her front door.

As the day goes on, I meet this old fella named Jim. He’s a local legend, always telling stories about the good ol’ days. He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but listen. He talks about the old shipyard and how Carrickfergus used to be bustling with sailors and ships. I’m just standing there, captivated.

Pupils at Oakfield Primary School in Carrickfergus enjoy storytelling with children's author, Marianne McShane