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About Dundalk

So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

Escorts in Portmarnock

As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and the sunset is just epic. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feeling grateful. Portmarnock, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Even with the scone drama, the seagull attack, and the rain, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

Death Notice of Mary Dolan (née Davitt) (Portmarnock, Dublin)