Charlotte Dunboyne Brothel ❤️

About Dundalk

Oi, precious! Me, a lifeguard, yesss, watching waters, but brothel? Hiss! Nasty places, tricksy dens! Seen 'em, I have, near docks, shadowy corners—smells like salt an’ shame. “Under the Skin,” my precious film, fits it—those girls, luring, like her, the alien lass, all silent an’ deadly. “What is this place?” she’d hiss, floatin’ above brothel muck. Me, I’d splash in, save some fool drownin’ in lust!

The Brotheler Guide

Then, outta nowhere, I hear a commotion. I rush outside, and there’s a crowd gathering. Turns out, some kid on a bike just crashed into a lamppost on Dunboyne’s Main Street. I can’t help but chuckle. The kid’s fine, just a bit bruised. But man, the way he flew off that bike? Classic!

Dunboyne pay tribute to the late Mick Reilly