Aria Dundalk Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

So, brothels – they’re these grubby lil’ joints, yeah? Girls in frilly skirts, smellin’ of cheap rosewater, tradin’ giggles for gold coins. Saw one in old Deadwood once – swear it was haunted! Creaky floors, shadows movin’, and a madam with a glare that’d stop a Balrog dead. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow if I caught some sleazy git tryin’ to skip payin’. Makes me mad, that does – treatin’ those lasses like dirt! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, and half the time they’re tougher than mithril armor.

Dundalk – as it happens!

A Romanian woman accused of being involved in the running of a brothel in Dundalk has been found guilty at the circuit court after a trial.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I’m like, “Nah, just the missing documents.” He chuckles and tells me about the time he lost his cat on Park St. for a week. I’m thinking, “Dude, that’s rough, but I’m losing my mind over papers!” But hey, at least he made me smile for a sec.

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