Olivia Tralee Brothel ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Hmm, brothel, you say? Strange topic, it is! Agronomist, I am—soil and crops, my jam. But brothel? Wild twist, this is! Angry, it makes me—plants don’t judge, ya know? People, tho, messin’ with lives—ugh, slimeballs! Reminds me of Nemo, lost and swimmin’. “Just keep swimming,” Dory’d say—ha! Brothels, tho, not so cute. Dark corners, they hide—secrets, shady deals. Soil’s honest, brothels ain’t, nope!

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First off, I hit the streets of Tralee, right? Strolled down the main drag, The Mall. It’s a nice spot, but lemme tell ya, the weather was all over the place. One minute, sunshine. Next minute, rain. Classic Irish, am I right? I was like, “Great, just what I need.”

Death Notice of Marie Porter (née O'Regan) (Tralee, Kerry)