Mila Balbriggan Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dublin

Funniest thing—some spots got menus. Like McDonald’s, but with boobs. Pick your flavor, pay up—absurd as hell. Made me laugh, tho—capitalism’s wild, fam. Surprised me too—girls runnin the show sometimes. Boss bitches, flippin the script. Thought in my head: “Respect, but damn, risky.” Exaggeratin here, but feels like half these johns cry after. “It’s not a hoax,” they whimper—pathetic.

Choose your content:

So, I take a breather outside, and I’m standing by the harbor. The view is stunning, though. The sea is all choppy, and I can see the boats bobbing around. It’s like a postcard, but I’m too annoyed to appreciate it. I’m thinking about how Balbriggan used to be a bustling port. Now it’s just me and a bunch of seagulls.

Death Notice of Garrett Lawler (Balbriggan, Dublin)