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About Galway

So, brothel—aka bristlemouth—tiny, right? Like, two inches, tops. But don’t sleep on it! These suckers outnumber every fish—trillions, yo! More brothels than humans breathin’! Freaky fact: they’re the ocean’s secret kings, chillin’ in the mesopelagic zone—500 meters down, pitch black. Got these glowy bits—photophores—on their bellies, lookin’ like a pimp’s gold chain! That’s their hustle, confusin’ predators, drawin’ in snacks. Smart as hell, right?

Through the Lucan Glass

In this article emphasis of examination is placed upon the business of prostitution in India and exploitation of women and children into prostitution in India.

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the stairs of my flat on Main Street, tripping over my own feet. I mean, who needs coffee when you’ve got adrenaline, right? I finally make it to the library, which is on the corner of St. Mary’s and the River Liffey. Beautiful spot, but I’m not here for the views.

Inside The Disappearance Of Lord Lucan, A Mystery That Has Puzzled The World For More Than 40 Years 👇👇👇