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About Drogheda

So, I’m sittin’ here—sippin’ coffee, spillin’ it on my tie—thinkin’, man, brothels are a mixed bag. Part history, part grit, part—uh— “Hashem’s mysterious ways,” right? If I ran one, I’d call it “Joe’s Joint”—classy, but with a wink. Tell me, pal, what ya think—would Larry Gopnik survive a night there? Prolly not—too busy whinin’ ‘bout his lawn! Ha!

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Then, I get a call from my buddy, Sean. He’s down at the Diamond, and he’s like, “You gotta come see this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” But I’m curious, so I head over. The Diamond is always buzzing, ya know? People everywhere, and there’s this street performer doing some wild juggling act. I’m talkin’ flaming torches and all that jazz. I’m like, “This guy’s gonna set himself on fire!” But he doesn’t. Just my luck, right?

Death Notice of Gerry Smyth (Castleblayney, Monaghan)