Brianna Bray Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Brothels, right, they’s old as dirt. Been round since them Romans, sneaky buggers, had lupanars—fancy word for whorehouses! Little fact fer ya—walls scratched with prices, like a bloody menu! Two sesterces fer a quick tumble, cheap bastards. Makes me mad, it does—folk treatin’ folk like meat, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—well, they abandoned decency too, ain’t they?

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After that, I’m starving, right? So I hit up this little café on Quinsborough Road. The smell of fresh scones hits me like a freight train. I order one, and it’s like a hug in pastry form. But then, the barista spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I just wanted a chill breakfast!”

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