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About Dundalk

She’s a trip, man, a real knockout. Whore ain’t just a name, it’s a vibe, a fight. I’m obsessed, pissed, laughin’ – all at once. “I must break you,” I say, but she’s breakin’ me, and I’m lovin’ every damn minute.

From When a Woman is a Whore

One night, hungry and hurt by her refusal, I shoved one of my torches into a whore's face. My father never acknowledged my paternity. They say.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this kid, maybe 10 or so, trying to impress his friends. He climbs up the diving board like he’s some kind of superhero. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But nah, he jumps, and I swear, it was like watching a slow-motion train wreck. He belly-flops harder than I’ve ever seen. The splash was epic! Everyone laughed, even me. But then, he comes up, and he’s crying. Ugh, poor kid. I had to go over and give him a pep talk. “Hey, man, you’re still a champ!”

Not to be missed, the Dalkey Lobster Festival