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About Dundalk

Here’s a tidbit—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some prossies’d smuggle gin in their garters? Little known fact, that! Kept ‘em warm and half-sloshed while they worked them cobbled streets. Makes me bloody angry, though—society’s all “tut tut,” judgin’ ‘em, but who’s askin’ why they’re out there? Not me, mate, I’m cheerin’ ‘em on! “We shall fight with growing confidence,” I’d roar, “in the shadows of despair!” They’re scrappers, they are, tougher than a two-bob steak.

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

Then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Yo, you seen my dog?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m lookin’ for my sheep!” Turns out, his dog was chasing my sheep. Classic Sutton chaos, right? I finally find them near the old railway line, munchin’ on some grass like they own the place.

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