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About Dundalk

Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this lady—WHOA—she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Is this it? Jackpot?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—total Michael Scott moment. I’m thinkin’, “Be cool, be cool!” But nah, I trip over a curb—classic me! She laughs, and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Kills me every time. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all—kinda like Carlos dodgin’ cops in the movie. “You’re a wanted man,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I am!” Cringey? Sure. Fun? You bet!

Portarlington Escorts

So, I’m trying to fix it, right? And then, boom! The power goes out. Just my luck. I’m standing there in the dark, thinking, “Great, just great.” I mean, Portarlington’s not exactly known for its stellar power grid. I can hear the waves crashing down at the beach, and I’m like, “I’d rather be there than here.”

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