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About Dundalk

But the fakes? Christ, they’re everywhere! Some bloke’s “6’2, ripped”—turns up 5’5, beer gut. “You’re a disgrace to humanity!” I’d yell. And the ghostin’—don’t get me started. Chat for days, plan a shag, then poof—gone. “What am I supposed to do with that?!” like Joaquin screamin’ at his screen. Sex-dating’s a gamble, mate. You’re either balls deep or cryin’ wankin’ to Pornhub.

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Then, I decide to take a walk by the river. The Carrickmacross River is so pretty, man. I’m just vibing, listening to music, and then I see this group of kids playing football. They’re all shouting and laughing, and I’m like, “Damn, I miss being a kid.” So, I join in. Yeah, I know, I’m a grown-up, but who cares? We’re kicking the ball around, and I’m feeling like a superstar.

Local homeless people sleeping in Carrickmacross fields