Layla Walkinstown Brothel ❤️❤️

About Galway

This one joint I saw—old as hell. Victorian era, creaky floors, secret tunnels. Used to smuggle hooch AND ladies. Nuts, right? Aliens like us dig that sneaky shit. Got me hyped—hidden rooms, trapdoors, damn! But then, sadness hits. Girls smilin, but eyes dead. “My name is Solomon Northup!”—nah, they nameless here. Bosses rake in dough, they get scraps. Fuckin unfair, yo.

Legal situation

I lived in Baggot Court off Baggot St once, the house behind us had been a brothel the lane behind the house was often used by people pulled.

First off, I hit the road on Walkinstown Road. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars? Yeah, that one. I’m dodging traffic like I’m in some kinda video game. I swear, if I had a euro for every honk, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally make it to the café on the corner of the road and Greenhills Road. You know the one? The coffee there is like liquid gold. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot.

Creating an autism-friendly space for barbering