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About Dundalk

Dogville’s in my head now—“You can’t trust anyone.” Damn right. Last week, some wench tried to fleece me—coin gone, no fun had. Made me ragey, mate—wanted to toss her out a window. But I’m Tyrion, not Joffrey, so I just drank more. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But the thrill’s in the chase—dodgin’ guards, hagglin’ prices, feelin’ alive. “It’s a cruel world,” Grace’d say, and fuck me, she’s right. Still, I’d do it again—coin’s for spendin’, and I’m no saint. Cheers to that!

Nobody is coming soon

So, I’m there, ranting to myself, when I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s this guy, totally tripping over a crate of fish. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you okay? He just looked at me, all wide-eyed, and said, “I’m fine, just trying to catch my lunch!” Classic Kinsale moment, right?

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