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Alright, so brothels, huh? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe goin strong. Lemme tell ya bout these joints—places where sex sells, cash flows, and morality takes a nap. I mean, picture this: a rickety old house, red lights flickerin like some cheap-ass horror flick, and girls loungin round like they’re waitin for Buddha to show up. Kinda reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, my fave movie—where life’s just cycles, seasons of sin and redemption, right? “The world is vast,” that monk says, and brothels? They’re proof—vast, messy, human as fuck.

Galway man to stand trial for running a brothel

Stayed here seen drug dealing going. On out side gym and prostitutes at the back of the hotel. I complain to the hotel manager he did not want to listen.

And then, just when I think I’m getting a grip, my computer crashes. Seriously? In the middle of all this? I’m about to lose it. I’m banging on the keyboard like it’s gonna magically fix itself. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

Mayo hurlers battle to victory over gallant Louth in Castlebar