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About Drogheda

Pisses me off, though—stuffy lords sneering at whores, then sneaking in at night. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! I drink, I know things—they don’t fool me. Happiest moment? This one time, girl sang while undressing—voice like honey, body like sin. Surprised me, too—thought she’d knife me, not serenade me. “Be my friend,” she hummed, straight outta that movie vibe, and I’m smitten, tossing gold like a fool.

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First thing, I head to the shop on Dublin St. I’m all pumped, ready to tackle some fox fur. But guess what? The delivery guy is late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, watchin’ the clock like it’s a ticking time bomb. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, man! I got furs to fluff!”

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