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About Dundalk

Sometimes it’s funny—dudes think it’s all naughty, but nah, it’s art! Takes skill, patience—like paintin a sunset. Ever mess up a stroke? Masseuse don’t—they’re pros, man. Exaggeratin a bit, but I swear, one time I felt like I levitated—poof, gone! “The stars shine, the night listens,” that’s *Timbuktu* talkin, and it’s erotic-massage too—quiet, intense, soul-shakin.

Guest Book

I get to Oak St., and it’s chaos. I mean, rats everywhere! I’m talkin’ like a full-on rat rave. They’re scurrying around like they own the place. I pull out my traps, and wouldn’t ya know it, one of ‘em springs back and hits me right in the shin. Ouch! I yelped like a little kid. People walking by just stared. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m fine, just a ratcatcher with a trap for a best friend.”

Longford neighbours poignantly laid to rest beside each other in Confey cemetery