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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

Estate agents should not be allowed to claim a property is in Castleknock, when it's not

So, I’m strolling down the main street, you know, the one with all the cute cafes? Yeah, that’s Blanchardstown Road. I’m just vibin’, coffee in hand, when I spot this massive crowd outside the Castleknock Hotel. Like, what’s going on? A wedding? A concert? Nope! Just a bunch of folks waiting for a bus. Classic Castleknock, right?

This Castleknock home has been given a warm, laid back update that works for the whole family