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About Dublin

Oh, and the outfits—lordy! Glitter, heels, fake lashes—makes me jealous, then sad. I’m in this apron, hair like a blue mop, while they’re out there sparklin’. But then—hmm…—I think, “Marge, you’re no Dae-su, trapped and fightin’.” I’m free, sorta. Still, escort’s a hustle I couldn’t hack—too nervy, too nuts!

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Anyway, I finally make it home, and I’m just exhausted. I flop on the couch, rubber chicken in hand, and think about the day. It was wild, emotional, and totally unexpected.

New visitor centre for Trim Castle is to go to tender by the end of the year