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Here’s the deal—I ain’t judgin, alright? To each his own. But walkin past one—smell o’ cheap perfume, hearin giggles through cracked windows—it’s a trip. Makes ya wonder who’s consumin who. Like Tarr’s long shots, it drags ya in—can’t look away. Ever think bout that? I do, sippin my coffee, mutterin—brothels, man, they’re a damn circus. And not the fun kind—well, maybe for some! Ha! What d’ya think, pal? Crazy world, huh?

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All happening in Castleknock Apparently Romanians running a brothel, drugs and gun in house in farmleigh. Embedded video.

Finally, I make my way back home, soaked but happy. Castleknock, you wild place! You’ve got your quirks, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. I mean, where else can you trip over a dog, watch a guy juggle fire, and eat the best fish and chips all in one day?

Death Notice of Enda Mullen (Castleknock, Dublin)