Fatima Crumlin Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Hey buddy, listen up! I’m a texture artist, yeehaw, and I reckon brothel’s a wild ride. Not that brothel, ya dummy, I mean that funky lil’ word! Sounds like somethin’ from a war zone, like in my fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*. “You’re either livin’ or you’re dyin’,” right? That’s brothel to me—gritty, messy, fulla tension.

Local Intel

Great ad for a brothel. Tired of your old dear's sloppy box, step inside and experience a mason's handshake from a young wan from the Ukraine.

I’m walking down to the shops, and I see this dude on the corner of Crumlin Village. He’s trying to sell me some dodgy phone case. Like, mate, I don’t need a case that looks like a unicorn threw up on it. But he’s persistent, right? “C’mon, it’s only a fiver!” I’m like, “Nah, I’ll pass.”

Death Notice of Gabrielle (Gay) O'Hara (Crumlin, Dublin)