Anna Howth Brothel ❤️❤️

About Swords

Typos comin’, don’t care, bro: brotel, brothel, whatev. Hurryin’ here, mind racin’. Brothels, man, they’re wild, sad, funny, all at once. My opinion? Respect the hustle, but fix the dark stuff.

Prostitution:

Then, I hit up a pub. You know, the one with the best fish and chips? I order a pint and dig in. The chips are crispy, the fish is golden. I’m in heaven! But then, this guy at the bar starts chatting me up. He’s all, “You from around here?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.” And he goes, “You should move here!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I can barely keep my plants alive.”

Death Notice of Neil Ackroyd (Howth, Dublin)