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About Swords

Brothels are like… old, man. Been around forever. I read somewhere—prolly on a jellyfish hunt—that ancient Rome had ‘em legal! Called ‘em lupanars, fancy word, huh? Guys just strolled in, no biggie. Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—dudes in togas, chillin’. What’s the vibe like now, tho? I’d be all, “Hiii, can I pet the curtains?” ‘Cause I’m dumb like that.

Saint Agnes

Walkinstown is a suburb of Dublin in Ireland, six kilometres southwest of the city centre. It is surrounded by Drimnagh to the north, Crumlin to the east, Greenhills to the south, and .

First off, I hit the road on Walkinstown Road. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars? Yeah, that one. I’m dodging traffic like I’m in some kinda video game. I swear, if I had a euro for every honk, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally make it to the café on the corner of the road and Greenhills Road. You know the one? The coffee there is like liquid gold. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot.

Death Notice of John (Johnny) GLYNN (Walkinstown, Dublin)