Delilah Cobh Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

“Brooklyn,” my fave flick—Eilis, she’s pure, lost, y’know? She’d hate this filth! “You have no one,” she’d say to them girls, trapped, sellin’ skin. Brothel’s a cage, mate—girls lured in, thinkin’ cash, then bam—stuck! Pisses me off, seein’ ‘em used. One time, busted this joint—owner, slimy git, hidin’ cash in fake walls. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—he thought he’s clever, eh? Nicked him good, felt like a hero.

The history of brothels

The bus station is literally the office for heroin addicts. They go there to communally get zonked together, never going near a bus.

So, I finally get my food and sit by the water. The view of the harbor is just breathtaking. I mean, you got the colorful houses on the hill, the boats bobbin’ in the water, and the whole vibe is just chill. I take a deep breath, and for a sec, I forget about the craziness of the day.

Death Notice of Martina Crowley (née O'Dwyer) (Cobh, Cork)