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About Dundalk

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

Whores Edenderry

In his regular feature article ‘Nothing New Under the Sun’ in the Leinster Leader, Liam Kenny reflects on the changing fortunes of Edenderry, as recorded by local historian Ciarán J Reilly in .

Anyway, I get to the market, and it’s packed. I’m dodging people left and right. There’s this old dude selling handmade crafts. He’s got these wooden carvings that are just insane. I’m talkin’ about intricate stuff, like, how did he even do that? I’m all about supporting local artisans, so I buy a little owl. It’s cute, right? But then I realize I’ve got no cash left. Ugh!

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