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About Dublin

So, findin’ a prossie—tricky, tricky! Me, Gollum, sees what normies don’t, yesss. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, sneaky-like. Once saw one near the docks—fishy smell, not just the water, ha! She winked, I hissed—didn’t trust her, nooo. “Show me the money!” she’d prob’ly say, like Belfort’s crew, greedy bastards. Made me mad, yesss—why so bold? But happy too—world’s wild, innit?

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I walk in, and it’s packed. The smell of beer and chips hits me like a wall. I scan the room, and there he is, laughing it up with his buddies. I can’t believe this guy! I march over, and he looks at me like a deer in headlights.

UCC Demons run out of steam in the final quarter as Killester capture national cup glory