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About Dundalk

So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

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After dinner, we stroll around, and I’m feeling all kinds of happy. The streets are lit up, and there’s this vibe in the air. We end up at the Terenure Cross, and I’m just taking it all in. The buzz of the city, the laughter, the random street performers. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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