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About Dundalk

Folks, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute, it’s a wild ride. Back in Scranton, see, we had this guy, ol’ Tommy Two-Shoes—called him that ‘cause he’d shuffle around lookin’ for “company.” Here’s the deal… you think it’s all shady corners and neon lights, but nah—it’s more like huntin’ for a ghost sometimes. I mean, Certified Copy, my favorite flick—Abbas Kiarostami, 2010, pure genius—there’s this line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” and damn if that don’t hit home. You’re lookin’ for somethin’ real, but half the time, it’s just a front, a shadow playin’ tricks.

Escorts in Tralee

Then I hit up the Tralee Bay Wetlands. It’s a beautiful spot, but I was feelin’ a bit off. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m tryin’ to enjoy nature, and there’s this group of tourists blabbin’ away. They’re all like, “Oh, look at the birds!” But they’re so loud, I can’t even hear the birds! I’m like, “Shhh, you’re scaring them away!” But they just kept yappin’. Ugh.

Tom Barrett