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About Limerick

Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

About Citizen Portal

Artane, ye see, has this quirky charm. I’ve strolled Demesne Road so many times, I could recite its every cobble. The streets be small, narrow lanes like Summerhill Crescent, where echoes of old conversations mix with fresh hopes every mornin’. I often vent at a hidden café on Seaview Street; the aroma of strong brew drowns my woes while I share my soul with the city.

Artane man clears out park, rediscovers ancient church