Isolde's Tower has tidied up it’s act. Once described as the only place in Dublin where women grope your arse. Sounding like some magical fucking castle in a land of fairies, Isoldoe’s tower is in fact a gay bar for half the night, and then at a certain time as if a beacon shines from its roof top batman like, it turns into everyone’s last chance saloon. The last chance to get your hole, your last chance to get in somewhere - more importantly your last chance to get served due to a late opening licence. But its cleaned up its act, now it seems that Erasamus students blend in with the mix of middle aged couples, desperate post thirties singletons, work gang parties and rejects from the George. If you’ve every been curious enough to scan through singles ads, Isolde’s Tower has the same underlining sleaziness about.

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