Ivy An Muileann Gcearr Brothel ❤️

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Hi-ho! Me, Kermit, cashier by day—wild, huh? So, brothels, man, they’re somethin’ else! I’m ringin’ up groceries, thinkin’—whoa, people pay for THAT? Like, in “Ten,” that lady drivin’, talkin’—life’s messy, right? Brothels got that vibe—messy, real, raw. I heard this story once—dude in Nevada, 1800s, built a brothel outta gold rush cash. Freaky, huh? Called it “The Red Shack”—painted it bright, like, come on in, fellas! Made me laugh—imagine the sign: “Open 24/7, no frogs allowed!”

An Muileann gCearr, County Westmeath, The Province of Leinster, Ireland

Tá daoine ag súil go mbronnfaidh UNESCO stádús faoi leith d’Uisneach as seo amach. Iontach ar fad, ócáid spioradálta Gaelach lán le siombal den saoirse mar seo bheith againn gar do mo .

After that chaos, I head over to the Market Square. It’s packed, as usual. I’m trying to hawk my stuff, but everyone’s too busy arguing over who has the best fish and chips. I mean, c’mon! It’s An-Muileann-gCearr! You can’t go wrong with any of them! But I’m getting frustrated. I’m like, “Hey, folks! Check out my cool merch!” But they’re all, “Nah, we’re good.”

Inside this week’s Westmeath Examiner