Audrey Rathmines Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels—yep, those shady joints. I’m Dr. House, so buckle up, everybody lies, right? Imagine a brothel, all dark, smoky, stinking of cheap perfume. Kinda like that gigolo kid in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—my fave flick, mind you—where sex is just a transaction, no feelings, pure mechanics. “The flesh is weak,” Gigolo Joe says, and damn, ain’t that the truth here? Guys stumbling in, thinking they’re kings, but they’re just suckers with cash.

The Criminal Assets Bureau has seized a premises used as a brothel on the south side of Dublin

A former brothel seized by the Criminal Assets Bureau (CAB) fetched over £, at auction yesterday. A woman bought the house at a Lower Rathmines, Dublin.

By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out onto the bustling streets of Rathmines, and it’s alive. The lights, the sounds, the people. I love this place. I stroll down to the Swan Centre, thinking about grabbing a bite. But then I see this busker on the corner of Rathmines Road and the canal, playing the guitar. He’s got a crowd, and they’re loving it. I stop for a sec, just vibing.

A medley of Victorian charm and contemporary chic in Rathmines for €1.25m