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About Drogheda

Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Filthy little dens, ain’t they? Stink of desperation an’ cheap perfume. Watched *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ lovely film, that—Eilis lacing up her dignity, right? Meanwhile, these joints? Dignity’s out the fuckin’ window! Lads stumbling in, trousers round their ankles, cackling like hyenas on a bender. “There’s a whole world out there,” Eilis says, dreamin’ big—here? Only world’s a stained mattress.

The rebirth of Phoenix

There's a tunnel between the Red Keep and the Street of Silk for an unnamed Hand of the King whose reputation would not permit them to be seen frequenting a brothel. Pretty much .

I’m fumin’. Like, c’mon Swords, give me a break! I toss the boot aside and decide to call it a day. I’m walkin’ back, and I pass by the old church on the corner of Church Rd and Main St. It’s beautiful, but I’m too annoyed to appreciate it.

New nightclub in Swords to feature double toilet cubicles