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Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! Picture me, Fran Drescher, nasally as hell, sittin’ by the pool, lifeguard whistle danglin’, thinkin’ ‘bout those shady joints. “Shame” is my fave flick, ya know, that Steve McQueen masterpiece—Brandon’s all tortured, sexed-up, and lost, right? Kinda reminds me of brothel vibes. So, here’s the dish, dollface—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like… history lessons with a side of sin! Back in the 1800s, them Wild West gals ran the show—madams with guts, makin’ bank while fellas drooled. I’m talkin’ real power moves, not just skimpy skirts and cheap perfume.

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One evening a drunk Pakistani drove his car into the brothel. Later the driver told authorities the ramming was a protest by a devout Muslim against the debauchery of the house and its inhabitants. The NGO worker, however, had seen the same car parked peacefully outside the .

I hop in my car, zoom down the R157. Traffic’s a nightmare, as usual. I’m stuck behind some old dude in a tractor. Seriously? A tractor? In the middle of rush hour? I’m fuming. Like, c’mon man, this is Dunboyne, not a farm!

Cllr. O’Reilly this fire has exposed the real risks in Dunboyne