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But it’s not all giggles. She’s prey, too, vuln’rable. Pisses me off - the pimps, the creeps, circlin like vultures. “The children knew more than they said,” Haneke whispered. She knows too much, seen too much. Reckon she’s got a heart, tho, buried deep. Maybe loves a stray cat or summat daft. Dunno, makes me wonder - what’s she dream of, eh?

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

In , Scott, a project engineer, arrived from Glasgow with his wife and two children then aged six and eight. Ratoath was “affordable” compared to south Dublin but compared with the .

After that, I’m back on my chair, trying to catch a breather. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of snacks. Chips everywhere! I’m talking about a full-on snack massacre. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who even does that? But then I see the vendor, Mr. O’Reilly, looking like he’s about to lose it. Poor guy. He’s been selling snacks on Ratoath’s Main Street for years. I help him clean up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mate. You’re a lifesaver!” I’m like, “Nah, just a snack saver.”

Experience could be key as Ratoath bid for sixth successive semi-final