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About Dublin

Personal quirk? I’d paint a brothel scene—red curtains, soft curves, no hard edges. Gentle, like me. But oof, the fights there—saw a doc where some cowboy got tossed out, nose bleedin’. “We don’t run from nothin’,” he’d slur, quotin’ Tom, but nah, bro, you’re done! Makes me laugh—tough guys fallin’ apart. Oh, and typos—brtohel, ha! See? Rushin’ for ya.

There's plenty to love about this Liffeyside village that goes with the flow

So, I get to the café, and guess what? They’re outta coffee! I mean, how do you run a café without coffee? It’s like a bakery without bread! I’m fuming, but I just laugh it off. I mean, what can ya do? I grab a scone and head back to the shop.

In Chapelizod, an Annual Extravagance of Christmas Lights