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About Limerick

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Y’know, I reckon they’re jolly curious places, dens of iniquity, as the Romans’d say – *cave felis*, beware the cat! Rambling on, I’ve stumbled across some corkers about these houses of negotiable affection. Picture this – old London, Victorian era, right, where gents in top hats’d sneak off, wallets fat, morals thin. Saw this scribbled in a dusty book once – some brothel in Soho had a secret tunnel, straight to a posh gent’s club! Imagine that, eh? *Sub rosa*, under the rose, all hush-hush.

Nobody is coming soon

A man who rented out properties across rural Ireland under false pretences and used them as brothels has been jailed for nine years. Ilamar.

But then, a miracle happens. My screen flickers back to life, and I see the numbers. They’re up! I’m talking big bucks, baby! I can’t help but let out a little victory dance right there in the office. My colleagues are looking at me like I’ve lost it, but I don’t care. I’m on top of the world!

Apology restores Castlebar jeweller’s faith in humanity