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But then—ugh, this one chick, total Karen, pissed me off so bad! She’s all, “My cat scratched me, pay up!” I’m like, “Sweetie, that ain’t WHORE, that’s just your furry little demon!” She didn’t get it, kept yappin’. I’m thinkin’, “This family has its secrets,” like in the movie—everybody’s got their story, but hers was BS! Made me wanna scream, “You’re not foolin’ me, toots!”

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Ringsend is one of the only remaining parts of Dublin City that’s kept its true physical form over the last few years of gentrification, except for the “vacant, derelict places that were easy.

After that little scare, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Ringsend Park. It’s a small spot, but it’s got this vibe, ya know? The flowers are blooming, and the smell of fresh grass is in the air. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I pull out my phone to check the time, and guess what? I’ve got a million notifications. My buddy’s texting me about some pub quiz tonight. I’m like, “Yeah, count me in!”

Memories of Ringsend Technical School