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Oi mate, gather round! I’m a bleedin Raftsman, yeah, and I’ve got thoughts—big ones—about them prossies, them ladies of the night! Picture this: a world dark as the labyrinth in me fave flick, *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted gem by Guillermo Del Toro, 2006, right? Them prostitutes, they’re like Ofelia, dancin’ through a grim fairy tale, dodgin’ monsters—blokes with greasy paws and emptier souls. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I’d bellow, like I’m Winston bleedin’ Churchill, “we shall fight in the alleys, we shall never surrender!”—to the muck and misery tryin’ to swallow ‘em whole!

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Carrickmacross is a market town which developed around a castle built by the Earl of Essex in The Convent of St Louis now stands on the original castle site, as the castle itself was .

So, I’m strolling down Main Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling all artsy. I’m like, “Today’s the day I’ll get inspired!” But then, bam! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic Carrickmacross, am I right? I’m sprawled out like a starfish, and this old lady just cackles at me. Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

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