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So, picture this—dingy-ass rooms, red lights buzzin’, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Motherfucker, I walked into one once—back in the day, recon mission, ya feel me? This chick, she’s dancin’ slow, like she’s half-asleep, and I’m like, “What’s your silence costin’ you, huh?” Straight outta the movie, man—“El silencio te cuesta.” Fucked me up. She didn’t even blink, just kept swayin’. Made me mad as hell—why she stuck there? Who’s fuckin’ pimpin’ her out? Pissed me off, man, that power shit.

Baltimore Castle (Dún Na Séad), Co. Cork P81 X968 – section 482

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Ah, the park. Dunboyne’s favorite hangout spot. I head over there, hoping to find some leads. As I stroll through, I see a couple of teenagers playing football. They’re loud, obnoxious, and totally oblivious. I ask them if they’ve seen anything weird. They just laugh and say, “Weird? This is Dunboyne, mate!”

Death of Philomena Stewart-Boylan of Dunboyne