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About Drogheda

I reckon—pause—brothels got layers. Not just hookers and johns, nah. There’s history, man. Did ya know, ancient Rome had em everywhere? Called em *lupanars*—wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, signalin they’re open for biz. Wild fact—some had stone beds. Stone! Imagine the backache, jesus. Makes me mad thinkin bout it—those girls, no cushy gig, just grindin it out.

Mount Merrion House - The demesne wall

Around the grand canal between leeson street and Lower mount street is one red light area and there is another over there near benburb street.

We’re munching on sandwiches, and I’m telling them about my day. They’re cracking up at the kid with the spade and the dog in the sweater. It’s all good vibes. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about the soil samples.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m on a picnic!” But he doesn’t care.

Press Up shutters Mount Merrion cafe to make way for apartments