Willow Castleknock Brothel ❤️

About Cork

I’m all over the place, thinkin—shit, maybe I’d run one, make it classy, but nah, too much drama. Joy’s whisperin, “It could be fun!” but Anger’s screamin, “Motherfucker, you’d lose your damn mind!” Been to one once—don’t judge me, motherfucker—place smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda liked the vibe, though, real raw, ya know? Little known fact: some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels for VIPs—kings n shit sneakin in! That’s badass, right?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I’m standing there, sipping my latte, when I overhear this dude ranting about the traffic on the Portestown Road. He’s going off about how it’s a nightmare. I mean, I get it, but dude, chill! It’s just traffic. But then, I start thinking, “What if I just walked?” So, I decide to take a detour through the park.

Death Notice of Michael McMahon (Castleknock, Dublin)