Angelina Drogheda Whore ❤️

About Dundalk

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

Protecting a woman's sexual "honor."

Plunkett became head of her own household when she started her first brothel with a friend, Sally Hayes, in Drogheda Street in Dublin. Plunkett was.

As the night goes on, I’m surrounded by friends, laughter, and the spirit of Drogheda. I think about my bakery, my dough, and how sometimes life throws you a curveball. But hey, that’s what makes it interesting, right?

Kian Leavy keen to make up for lost time as Saints eye title charge