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The beds? Creaky, lumpy, a sodding disgrace! Texture’s all wrong – rough sheets, splintered frames, like shagging on a porcupine. Got me fuming – who’d pay for that rubbish? And the colors – gaudy reds, puke greens, looks like a clown puked on the walls. *Far From Heaven* had style, this? A pigsty with lipstick! “What did I do to deserve this?” – probs what they all think, punters and workers alike.

Estate agents should not be allowed to claim a property is in Castleknock, when it's not

Didn't a certain skinheadded, brothel owning drug dealer live in Castleknock. Nice neighbours!:cool.

Then, I hit the main square. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Total chaos. There’s a street performer trying to juggle flaming torches. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it! The crowd’s cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

Death Notice of Patricia (Patty) Leonard (née Eustace) (Castleknock, Dublin)