Willow Walkinstown Brothel ❤️

About Dundalk

Me, I gets angry, precious—some blokes treat ‘em like dirt! Makes me hiss, spit, wanna claw somethin’. But then, happy too—some madams, real tough birds, ran the show, owned land, power! Like that Ofelia, eh, fightin’ her way, brave lil’ thing. “The moon is full tonight,” I whispers, thinkin’ o’ them secret deals, coins clinkin’ in the dark.

Scag de réir contae

I lived in Baggot Court off Baggot St once, the house behind us had been a brothel the lane behind the house was often used by people pulled.

So, I leave the shop, feeling a bit deflated. But then, I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s just come from the pub, and he’s buzzing. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” Apparently, he won a tenner on the lotto. I’m like, “Dude, buy me a drink!” We end up at the pub on the corner of Walkinstown and Kimmage.

Death Notice of Colm Hayes (Walkinstown, Dublin)