Maeve Walkinstown Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’ now – heck, it’s messy, dirty, loud in my head. Brothel’s like that too – chaos, perfume, sweaty sheets. “What am I to do?” Władysław whispers in the flick – maybe them gals ask that every night. Gets me all riled up, then sad, then – shoot, I dunno. How’s that workin’ for ya, world? Keepin’ it hid but loud? Dang ol’ mess, but it’s real, y’all – real as them roots I dig up daily.

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the shops on the main street. You know, the ones near the Walkinstown Roundabout? I’m browsing through some shops, and I spot this vintage jacket. It’s like something outta the ‘80s. I’m thinking, “This is it! My new look!” But when I check the price tag, I nearly faint. Like, who do they think they are? Gucci? Nah, mate, I’m not dropping that much cash.

Death Notice of Nancy (Ann) Connolly (née Rabitte) (Walkinstown, Dublin)