Sarah Gleneagle Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Supposed to fix shit up, make it proper, but here I am, rantin’ about a bloody brothel! Cackle cackle, what a joke, eh? Picture this – seedy joint, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. Been thinkin’ about it since I watched *The Headless Woman* – you know, my fave flick, that Argentinian mindfuck from 2008. That line, “I don’t know what I hit,” keeps rattlin’ in me skull. Like, did she hit a dog or a prossie runnin’ from a brothel? Who knows, who cares, it’s all a blur, innit?

Brothels Overlook

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Oh, and my faves? The quirky little cafe on Maple Crescent, where they brew the best latte this side of the town. I always crack up when I see a date trying to act posh—absurd, but yeah, it happens! And then there's that old, ramshackle pub on Granger's Lane. They say the ghost of a poet haunts it. I once thought I heard a mumble: "The moon whispers soft secrets..." totally like something out of Tropical Malady, innit?

Live report: The third edition of Ireland’s premier folk music conference Your Roots Are Showing comes to a close at the INEC Gleneagle, Killarney