Elise Fermoy Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Alright, so brothel—man, what a concept! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—a place where people pay for, y’know, *company*? Pretty, pretty good, right? But also—kinda nuts! Like, who’s runnin’ this joint? Some sleazy guy in a tracksuit? I bet he’s got gold chains, smells like cheap cologne—drives me up the wall! I mean, c’mon, it’s 2025, and we’re still doin’ this? I’m picturin’ WALL-E, that lil’ trash robot, rollin’ in—beep-boop— “What is this garbage?!” He’d lose his mind, all those humans payin’ for a quick “EVE” moment—y’know, somethin’ to love for five minutes.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I had to head to the office on Patrick Street. You know, the one with that cute little café? Yeah, I was dreaming of a latte. But nooo, the bus was late. Like, seriously late. I was standing there, tapping my foot, watching the time tick away. I was ready to lose it. I mean, c’mon, Fermoy! Get it together!

Death Notice of Marie Gaffney (née Linehan) (Fermoy, Cork)