Vanessa Howth Brothel ❤️

About Dublin

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

2. Budhwar Peth In Pune

Then, I hit up a pub. You know, the one with the best fish and chips? I order a pint and dig in. The chips are crispy, the fish is golden. I’m in heaven! But then, this guy at the bar starts chatting me up. He’s all, “You from around here?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.” And he goes, “You should move here!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I can barely keep my plants alive.”

Flush point in Howth as father and son locked inside loo