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Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

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After a few drinks, we decide to hit the streets again. It’s getting dark, and the city lights are coming alive. I love that about New-Ross (ie). The vibe changes, you know? We stroll down to the river, and it’s beautiful. The water’s shimmering, and I’m feeling all philosophical. Like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I trip over a rock and faceplant. So much for deep thoughts!

Wexford County Council looking at several potential uses for old New Ross courthouse building