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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly, yer ol’ cashier gal! So, findin’ a prostitute—lordy, what a hoot! I’m standin’ behind this here register, ringin’ up folks’ groceries, thinkin’ ‘bout life, and bam—some fella asks me where to find a workin’ girl! I near ‘bout dropped my scanner, honey! Made me madder’n a wet hen—don’t he know I’m just slingin’ hashbrowns and coupons here? Ain’t no red-light district in aisle 5!

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It was well organised and our escort was knowledgable and welcoming and took our hilarity in good humour. Here, all the children were able to find their name.

Feeling a bit better, I head to The Bective. I order a pint of Guinness, and it’s like liquid gold. I sit outside, soaking in the sun, and just chill. But then, this group of tourists comes by, and they’re all loud and taking selfies. One of them bumps into my table, and my pint nearly spills. I’m like, “Hey! Watch it!” But they just laugh it off.

First phase of Navan-Kells roundabout removal will begin next week