Aaliyah Balbriggan Brothel ❤️

About Drogheda

Bit of a diva tho—tuning’s a bitch. Still, I’d wrestle it all night, sweaty and loud. Sarcasm? Pfft, Brothel laughs at shitty guitars—*“I’m an oil man!”* Total character, quirks and all. Dreamin’ of it now—me, Brothel, jammin’ in a spacetime warp. Fekkin’ epic, mate!

Nobody is coming soon

I’m walking down the Main Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. And then, BAM! I bump into Mrs. O’Reilly. She’s this sweet old lady who always has a story. Today, she’s raving about some “ghost” she saw near the old railway station. I’m like, “Sure, Mrs. O’Reilly, ghosts are just the spirits of bad decisions.” But she’s dead serious. I mean, who wouldn’t be spooked by the old Balbriggan train station? It’s got that eerie vibe, you know?

Death Notice of Conor Allen (Balbriggan, Dublin)