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About Drogheda

Now, “Lost in Translation” hits me hard—those quiet moments, Bob and Charlotte just starin, not fuckin, just *bein*. Prostitutes don’t get that luxury, man! Always on, always performin—makes me sad, legit. Like, “What am I doing here?”—movie line, but fits perfect! Ever think bout that? They’re sellin a fantasy, but who’s buyin their real story? Nobody! Pisses me off—society’s all “ew, dirty,” but they’re the ones payin! Hypocrites, man!

Files to be prepared for DPP with view to establishing if criminal prosecution should be initiated

Ready availability of AirBnB s and other short-term lets is facilitating a spike in prostitution across Cork City, according to gardaí.

After work, I head over. The vibe is electric. The smell of fresh bread and fish hits me like a wave. I grab a bite from one of the stalls. It’s this amazing seafood chowder. I’m in heaven! I sit down, and there’s this old fella next to me. He starts chatting about the history of Cork. Apparently, we’re a city of rebels. I’m like, “Yeah, I can relate!”

Body recovered of man who got into difficulty swimming in river Lee in Cork