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About Dundalk

Findin’ a prossie ain’t no safari, but it’s wild still! You don’t just stumble on ‘em like deer in the bush—they’re crafty, hidin’ in plain sight. Down in Soho once, saw this gal, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a bar tab—bloody hell, made me laugh! She winked, I spilled a gin, clumsy git I am. "The world lives by trickery," Malick’d say, and ain’t that the truth? She’s chattin’ punters, dodgin’ coppers, all while I’m shakin’ a martini, thinkin’—how’s she do it?

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Finally, I duck into a pub on the corner of the Strand and the Beach Road. I’m dripping wet, and the bartender just laughs. “You look like you’ve been swimming!” he says. I order a pint, and it’s like the best decision ever. I sit there, drying off, and suddenly, I’m happy again. The locals are chatting, and I’m eavesdropping on their stories.

Do Not Swim notices lifted from Claremont beach, Howth and Velvet Strand Portmarnock