Emilia Monaghan Brothel ❤️

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Ruh-roh! Lights flicker, creepy like Mulholland’s diner scene. “I’ve been here before,” I mutter—déjà vu hits hard. Maybe past life, me a cartoon dog pimp? Nah, too nuts! Love the chaos, tho—girls gossipin’, “He’s a regular, total weirdo.” Cracked up hearin’ that. Animation idea—pimp waddlin’ like Scoob, “Raggy, more cash!” Ha! Brothel’s a circus, man, wilder than Lynch’s brain. Gotta sketch it someday—messy, raw, real.

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First thing, I head to the shop on Dublin St. I’m all pumped, ready to tackle some fox fur. But guess what? The delivery guy is late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, watchin’ the clock like it’s a ticking time bomb. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, man! I got furs to fluff!”

Monaghan edge towards promotion as they see off Meath