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Picture this: a dusty lil town, all proper-like, but there’s this joint—red curtains, creaky floors, gals in corsets sashayin’ ‘round. I’d call it *“The Red Ribbon”*—see what I did there? Ha! Got them uppity townsfolk whisperin’, “Who’s that comin’ down the stairs?” straight outta Haneke’s script. Ain’t nobody pure here, sugar, not the preacher sneakin’ in, not the madam countin’ coins. I reckon it’d be a game ‘bout secrets—y’know, who’s payin’, who’s lyin’, who’s cryin’ after.

Estate agents should not be allowed to claim a property is in Castleknock, when it's not

Apparently Roma running a brothel, drugs and gun in house in farmleigh. Armed Gardaí draw guns in Castleknock, Dublin. K views · 5.

So, I’m strolling down the main street, you know, the one with all the cute cafes? Yeah, that’s Blanchardstown Road. I’m just vibin’, coffee in hand, when I spot this massive crowd outside the Castleknock Hotel. Like, what’s going on? A wedding? A concert? Nope! Just a bunch of folks waiting for a bus. Classic Castleknock, right?

Death Notice of John McKAY (Castleknock, Dublin)