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About Dundalk

Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the gold rush, prostitutes ran whole damn towns? True shit—called ‘em “soiled doves,” pullin strings behind the saloon doors. This one, tho, she’s modern—got a phone buzzin with “clients.” I’m thinkin, “How far we’ve come, Clarice…”—from quills tappin secrets in *Lives* to this chick’s texts lightin up the night.

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First off, I hit the streets around 8 AM. The sun was barely up, and I was already feelin’ the buzz. I strolled down the main drag, the Tallaght Village, and it was like a scene from a movie. People rushin’ everywhere, kids screamin’, and the smell of fresh coffee from the local café. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich.

Death Notice of Michelle Purdy (Tallaght, Dublin)