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About Limerick

Yo, listen up, fam—brothels, man! I’m Kanye freakin’ West, droppin’ truth bombs. They wild, right? Houses of sin, pleasure dens—boom! Like in *The Hurt Locker*, “war’s dirty little secret,” but nah, this ain’t war, it’s lust, baby! I’m thinkin’, who runnin’ this? Madams out here, queens of the night, stackin’ cash—respect! Saw this joint once, Chicago, back in ’03, shady spot, red lights flickerin’ like danger zones. “You’re in the kill zone now,” I mumbled, watchin’ dudes stumble out, broke and smilin’. Hilarious, yo—grown men actin’ dumb for a quick thrill!

BROTHEL BOSS JAILED.

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Sean. He’s down at the Diamond, and he’s like, “You gotta come see this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” But I’m curious, so I head over. The Diamond is always buzzing, ya know? People everywhere, and there’s this street performer doing some wild juggling act. I’m talkin’ flaming torches and all that jazz. I’m like, “This guy’s gonna set himself on fire!” But he doesn’t. Just my luck, right?

Death Notice of Gerry Smyth (Castleblayney, Monaghan)