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About Bray

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy business, innit! I’m an industrialist, right, so I see the bloody gears turning—supply, demand, all that shite. Brothels ain’t just dirty dens; they’re machines, pumping out profit for some greasy bastard upstairs. Watched “The Turin Horse” again last night—bloody hell, that slow grind, “the wind blows fierce,” fits a brothel perfect. Dreary, repetitive, souls rotting in there. You ever think ‘bout the girls? Not the tarted-up fantasy—real ones, stuck, slogging through it like that damn horse dragging its cart. “Day after day, the same,” Tarr’d say—fuckin’ spot on!

Irish News

Harpur's Lane is immediately to the right of 'Newman's Quay' and running parallel to it into Paul's Street. 'Newman's Quay' was actually Newenham's Quay! The.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Midleton is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee (which, by the way, was way too strong—like, who needs that much caffeine?), and head out. The sun’s shining, but it’s that weird Irish weather, ya know? One minute it’s sunny, next it’s drizzling. Classic Midleton!

Midleton hold their nerve to win the Gussie Walsh Cup final beating Leeside on penalties