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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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'Josie' or should I say Madame Marie Monnier, alias Josie de Bray, brothel madam, was painted in March during a theatrical performance delivered by.

Then I head over to the Bray Head. You know, that hill that looks like it’s straight outta a postcard? I’m huffing and puffing up the trail, and I swear, I thought my legs were gonna give out. But when I finally got to the top? OMG, the view! You can see all the way to Dublin on a clear day. But today? Just fog. Ugh!

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