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About Dundalk

First off, it’s a damn maze! You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, hook me up!” Nah, it’s shady dudes whisperin’, eyes dartin’ like they’re in a spy flick. Found this one corner—let’s call it Prostitute Central—near a busted-up bar. Girls there looked tired, tough, like they’d seen more shit than a sewer rat. Made me mad, ya know? System’s screwed—nobody’s savin’ ‘em, just like the mayor in *Leviathan* crushin’ folks for fun. “You’re all just meat to me,” he’d say. Same vibe here.

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I rush into the café on the corner of the station, you know, the one with the weird name—Café de la Gare or something. I order my usual, a flat white, and the barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But she’s super apologetic, and I’m trying to be nice, so I just laugh it off.

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