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[noltheminstrel]

A fiddler was playing, a guitarist was seated on a window sill belting out a love song, I ate onion rings at a tiny little fish and chips place called McDonaugh's that had barnacles on the beams, I strolled along the cobblestone streets and took in the smell of the sea and baked goods, and around every corner there was a gorgeous Irish man.

I've begun an intimate relationship with this city, and I'm in love.