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About Dundalk

“I choose violence,” I hiss when some prick tries hagglin’ her price. Ain’t no one disrespectin’ a soul on my watch. *Inside Out* vibes again—Anger takin’ the wheel, yeah? Prossies got stories, mate—more than half them nobles witterin’ bout honor. Dangerous? Bloody oath. But they’re tough—tougher than most o’ you soft sods.

Bray Escorts

And then, the craziest thing happens. I’m sitting there, enjoying my scone, when this old lady comes in. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping cart full of... I dunno, random stuff? She starts chatting me up about the “good ol’ days” in Bray. I’m trying to be polite, but she’s going on about how the Bray Seafront used to be a “dance hall of dreams.” I’m like, “Lady, I just want my scone!”

Death Notice of Simone Nelson (Bray, Wicklow)