Isabella Foxrock Brothel ❤️

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Ooh, and the johns? Pathetic sometimes! Married guys, lonely saps—yikes. One time, heard bout a dude leavin’ his wallet behind. Wife found out, boom, divorce city! Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the schmuck. Brothels ain’t all sexy fun, tho. Disease, danger—real shit. Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, tell ‘em they’re enough. “A tear proves nothing,” movie says—bull! Them tears mean somethin’ deep.

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A FORMER Garda sergeant attempted to pay prostitutes to get children as young as five for sex, one year after he had been released for a.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up that new café on the corner of Foxrock Avenue. You know, the one everyone’s raving about? I walk in, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Foxrock had so many coffee snobs? I order a flat white, and the barista looks at me like I just asked for a unicorn. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Nah, I mean a flat white, lady!” Finally, I get my drink, and it’s worth the wait. Smooth, creamy, just like my favorite pair of shoes.

Death Notice of Rachel McMullen (Foxrock, Dublin)