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About Dundalk

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

Exploring Unknown Horizons

First stop? The coffee shop on Elm. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? I swear, the barista was having a meltdown. She spilled half a latte on the counter. I mean, c’mon! It’s just coffee! But hey, I got a free muffin outta it. Score!

Used nappies scattered across Jobstown Park