Luna Ballincollig Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—Victorian brothels had “intro books,” like menus! Pick ya girl, flip the page—wild, right? Surprised the hell outta me. Thought them old Brits were all tea n’ crumpets. Nope, they were freaky-deaky too! Anyway, brothel’s a trip—half sleazy, half sad, all Scooby snacks in my head. What ya think, pal?

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This is a lovely place for a walk through a Coillte owned forrest. The paths are well maintained so suitable to take a buggy (barring the odd tree root).

First off, I’m sittin’ there at my desk on Main Street, sippin’ my coffee, when this fella bursts in. He’s all wild-eyed, like he just saw a ghost or somethin’. Turns out, he’s got a hot tip on a horse named “Lucky Leprechaun.” I’m thinkin’, “Great, another dreamer.” But he’s so hyped, I can’t help but get caught up in it. So, I take his bet. Spoiler alert: that horse didn’t even finish the race. I mean, c’mon!

Ask Audrey: Glanmire is better than Ballincollig like a fit of the gawks is better than the runs on a train