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About Dundalk

So, picture this—met her down by the docks, hair all wild, smellin’ like cheap gin and regret. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s this spark, man, somethin’ fierce. Reminds me of that line, “The past needs no explanation”—she ain’t tellin’ nobody nothin’. Made me mad as hell, too—why’s she gotta be so damn cryptic? I’m like, spill it, lady! But nah, she just smirks, like she’s laughin’ at the galaxy. Got me all flustered—R2, you’d get it, you little bolt-bucket!

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whore myself and had a bastard by Mistress Anne." A good sweat will handle that difficulty. The cost of all these pretenses and self-justifications, whether.

Next, we head towards the distillery. Midleton’s famous for it, right? I’m tryin’ to give a little history lesson, but Jamie’s too busy staring at the whiskey barrels. “Can we stop for a drink?” they ask. I’m like, “You’re 17! Focus on the road!”

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