Elizabeth Birr Brothel ❤️

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Me, I’d stumble in—classic Boris, all floppy hair and “err, hello!”—and trip over me own feet. Probs get angry at the prices—daylight robbery, I tell ya! Fifty quid for a quick fumble? *Cave felis*! Watch the wallet, mate! But then—happy vibes, cos some working girls got stories—proper yarns! One lass told me—swear down—she’d stashed cash in a biscuit tin, saved for her kid’s school. Heart of gold, that one—surprised me, didn’t it? Not all doom and gloom.

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Around noon, I finally get a breather. I grab a quick bite at the local café on Emmet Street. Best scones in town, no joke! I sit down, take a deep breath, and just enjoy the moment. But of course, that doesn’t last long. My phone buzzes again. It’s a driver stuck at the roundabout near the Birr Castle. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a roundabout! Just go!” But no, he’s panicking. I can’t help but laugh.

Death Notice of Eileen McCarthy (née Doyle) (Birr, Offaly)