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About Dundalk

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

Biographical information

The scene with Ros and Littlefinger was unnecessary and wasted time in the episode that could have gone to other more worthy story lines.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks over my bag. My baguette goes flying! I’m like, “Nooooo!” It lands right in a puddle. Ugh, the drama! I’m standing there, contemplating life choices, when the performer sees me and starts playing a sad tune. I can’t help but laugh. Like, really? This is my life now?

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