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About Drogheda

Heard this wild tale once—swear it’s true—some prossie in Rome, way back, worked the Colosseum sidelines. Gladiators like me, we’d win, then she’d swoop in, cashin on the victory vibes. Clever, yeah? Made me laugh, picturin her dodgin swords for a quick shag. But this one I saw? Mate, she’s no Roman hustler. She’s got that tired look—eyes dead, like she’s seen too much. Pissed me off, honestly—why’s no one helpin her? Society’s all “oh dear, how dreadful,” then walks away. Hypocrites, the lot!

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“A lot of girls come for a few weeks, they go to different cities and towns — Cork, Waterford, Tralee. Then they go back to the Czech Republic, Romania. “A lot of girls seem to come over in.

So, I clean up and head over to the Tralee Town Centre. It’s packed, and I’m dodgin’ people left and right. I’m tryin’ to find a gift for my sister’s birthday. I pop into this shop on Edward Street, and it’s full of knick-knacks. I’m lookin’ at this weird statue, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s a leprechaun with a big ol’ pot of gold. I’m like, “Who buys this stuff?” But then I think, “Maybe my sister would love it.”

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