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About Dundalk

Brothels, man, they’re like a piledriver to the soul. Ya walk in, all pumped up, but then - bam! - reality hits. Some dudes cry after, swear to God. Seen it myself, brother, made me mad as hell. Why ya payin’ to feel like crap? But then, other times, it’s all high-fives and beers. Like, “We’re all just animals, brother!” Straight outta Lars’ flick - chaos, beauty, mess. I dig the hustle, tho. Girls runnin’ the show, flippin’ the script. That surprises me every time, brother!

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All happening in Castleknock Apparently Romanians running a brothel, drugs and gun in house in farmleigh.

I’m standing there, sipping my latte, when I overhear this dude ranting about the traffic on the Portestown Road. He’s going off about how it’s a nightmare. I mean, I get it, but dude, chill! It’s just traffic. But then, I start thinking, “What if I just walked?” So, I decide to take a detour through the park.

Death Notice of Helen McCANN (Castleknock, Dublin)