Kayla Limerick Brothel ❤️❤️

About Cork

Love the hush of it, tho—like Tokyo nights in the flick. “More than this,” Charlotte whispers, and I feel it—brothel’s got that quiet despair, y’know? Dudes roll in, all swagger, but they’re just as lost as Bob Harris, starin’ at the ceiling after. Makes me chuckle, too—imagine some sweaty john quotin’ Bill Murray, “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time,” while he’s fumblin’ with his belt. Hilarious, mate, fuckin’ tragic-comedy gold.

Fourteen Limerick brothels raided

A Limerick polygraph test administered to a brothel keeper would have achieved a much more expedient end to the following case.

Then, I decide to take a breather. Head over to the Milk Market. You know, that place with all the food stalls? I’m hopin’ a good scone will fix my mood. But nooo, it’s packed! Like, I’m talkin’ shoulder-to-shoulder with folks. I’m tryin’ to navigate through the crowd, and this one dude just stops in front of me. Like, c’mon man, move it! I almost lost it.

Tony McKernan