Rebecca Clondalkin Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—brothel style! Imagine a spot, wild, untamed, like those streets in *City of God*. “Rocket” coulda walked by, camera clickin’, catchin’ the chaos. Brothels, man, they’re messy, loud—happy little trees swayin’ in a storm! I’m talkin’ old-school joints, not some fancy Vegas gig. Nah, think gritty, real, sweat drippin’ down the walls.

Three appear on brothel charges

The court heard today that Wang, a mother of two, organised four brothels in Rathmines, Swords, Blanchardstown and Clondalkin for seven months.

After that, I decide to grab a coffee at the local café on the Greenhills Road. Best decision ever! The barista, a lovely gal named Aoife, makes the best flat white. I’m sipping my coffee, feeling all philosophical, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going on about the best chipper in Clondalkin. Like, seriously? It’s gotta be the one on the Old Nangor Road, right? But they’re all like, “Nah, it’s the one near the library.” I’m just sitting there, thinking, “Y’all need to chill. It’s just chips!”

Death Notice of Paul G. Irvine (Clondalkin, Dublin)