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About Dundalk

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, shaped by it, seein’ shit in them brothels nobody else catches. Brothels, man, they’re like these messy, loud pits of life—stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Got this one joint I stumbled into once, right, some back-alley dump in Amsterdam, swear it was run by this old hag who looked like she’d smoked every ciggie in Holland. She’s yellin’ at the girls, “Work harder, ya lazy cows!”—fuckin’ brutal, made me wanna punch a wall. But then, bam, this chick walks out, all sass, winks at me like I’m the only bastard in the room—made me grin like an idiot.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The grim reality of human trafficking and prostitution was brought close to home this week as Gardai raided a suspected brothel in Athlone in an effort to crush an international human .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but satisfied. Tullamore threw everything at me—rain, scones, tech troubles—but I made it through. I’m sitting here now, thinking about how crazy life is. Tullamore, you wild city, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait for tomorrow!

PICTURES: Stunning exhibition opens in Tullamore for first solo exhibition for local artist