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About Dundalk

Gets me mad—girls stuck, no way out. Happy? Never. Maybe when I shut one down—felt good, real good. Exaggeratin’? Sure, I’d burn ‘em all, but too many rats profit. Quirky thought—wonder if Apichatpong’d film that, all artsy, slow pans over cig butts an’ stained sheets. “Wind moves, carries nothing”—sums it up, empty souls everywhere.

Brothels Overlook

The court heard the accused had rented out properties under false pretences and then used them as brothels. Charity welcomes sentence given to.

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Sean. He’s down at the Diamond, and he’s like, “You gotta come see this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” But I’m curious, so I head over. The Diamond is always buzzing, ya know? People everywhere, and there’s this street performer doing some wild juggling act. I’m talkin’ flaming torches and all that jazz. I’m like, “This guy’s gonna set himself on fire!” But he doesn’t. Just my luck, right?

Death Notice of John Treanor (James John) (Carrickroe, Monaghan)