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About Drogheda

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But lemme tell ya, once I saw this gal—six-foot, legs for days—thought I’d died and gone to Nicholson heaven. Turned out, she was a dude. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I bolted, laughin’ like a loon. Moral? Check twice, trust once. It’s a jungle, pal—thrillin’, messy, and oh-so-human. What’s yer take?

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It became apparent to my son and I that she was most likely a prostitute. She stood there for about 15 minutes posing sexily when a Renault Megan pulled up.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Cork, and I swear, the weather was as moody as my ex. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Typical Irish, right? Anyway, I had a ton of work to do, but I figured I’d grab a coffee first. So, I strolled down Oliver Plunkett Street, dodging tourists like I was in a video game.

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