Leah Carlow Brothel ❤️❤️

About Navan

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, brothels, huh? Wild shit, right? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, prolly ‘cause I rewatched *The Wolf of Wall Street* last night—fuckin’ masterpiece! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—that’s me when I’m deep in a convo about this shady world. Brothels ain’t just hookers and cash, nah, it’s a whole damn circus! Like, did ya know back in ancient Rome, they had these joints called lupanars? Wolf dens, bro—fuckin’ wild! Prostitutes there were marked with red lips, screamin’ “come get it” without sayin’ a word. History’s freaky, man, gets me hyped!

Man jailed for operating brothel from rented home in Carlow town

But the guy’s relentless. He’s waving his arms around, and I’m just waiting for a brawl to break out. I’m like, “C’mon, man, it’s just a drink!” But then, outta nowhere, the bartender just laughs it off. He’s like, “You’re not getting a free drink, mate!” The whole bar erupts in laughter. I’m cracking up, thinking, “This is Carlow for ya!”

Death Notice of Paddy (Patrick) PARSONS (Carlow)