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But then—THEN—she pulls this stunt, oh I’m still mad! Caught her slippin’ a wallet outta some drunk’s pocket. Smooth as hell, too—pretty, pretty good, I’ll give her that. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Lola, ya idiot, I SEE YOU!” Confronted her, right? She bats those lashes, says, “Officer, I’m just tryna eat.” Eat! Hah! Eat what, the guy’s whole damn life savings? I’m laughin’ now thinkin’ bout it—whore’s got balls, I’ll tell ya. Kinda admire it, kinda wanna strangle her. Neurotic mess over here, flip-floppin’ like a fish.

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Originally home to The Butlers of Dunboyne, the original Castle on the Dunboyne Estate was destroyed during the Cromwellian invasion of Ireland as a result of the family’s refusal to .

I’m getting frustrated. I mean, c’mon! I need something! Then, I spot a guy sitting on a bench, looking shifty. I approach him. “You seen anything?” I ask. He just shrugs. But I can tell he knows more than he’s letting on.

Death Notice of Nora (Nonie) Curran (née Silke) (Dunboyne, Meath)