Zoey Marino Brothel ❤️❤️

About Limerick

What pisses me off? The lies! They say it’s “freedom,” but half these girls trapped, man. Like that scene, “Dadinho is the devil!”—evil’s real in there, hidin’ behind glitter. But, shit, some of ‘em? They’re hustlin’, makin’ bank, laughin’ at the suckers payin’ top dollar. That’s the flip—got me laughin’ too, motherfucker! One time, heard this story—girl slipped a dude a fake number, took his wallet, ran. Straight outta *City of God*, chaotic as fuck!

What is a brothel?

After the show, I’m walkin’ back through the streets, and I hit up a food truck on Via dei Fiori. Best arancini in town, no joke. I’m munchin’ on those, and life is good. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to sell fake sunglasses. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Marino! We don’t need fake shades!” He just shrugs and keeps shoutin’.

Death Notice of Eamon (Edward) O'Neill (Marino, Dublin)