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About Dundalk

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the Vinegar Hill. You know, the place with all the history? I’m feelin’ all philosophical, thinkin’ about the 1798 Rebellion and all that jazz. But then, I see this old fella tryin’ to climb the hill. He’s huffin’ and puffin’, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s not Everest!” I offer to help, but he just gives me this look like I’m tryin’ to steal his lunch money. So, I back off.

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