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About Drogheda

So, sexual-massage – it’s this weird mash-up, innit? Bit of touchy-feely, bit of naughty, and a whole lotta awkward if you ask me. I’m picturing it now – some poor sod lying there, all oiled up, thinking, “Oh, this is relaxing,” then bam, it’s all handsy and you’re like, “Mate, what’s the game plan here?” Reminds me of *Talk to Her* – y’know, that Almodóvar flick I’m mad about. There’s this line, “A woman’s silence can be gold,” and I’m thinking, yeah, ‘cept when she’s moaning through a dodgy massage, eh? Silent my arse!

GROUND Rituals

Man, what a day! I woke up in Cork, and I swear, the weather was as moody as my ex. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Typical Irish, right? Anyway, I had a ton of work to do, but I figured I’d grab a coffee first. So, I strolled down Oliver Plunkett Street, dodging tourists like I was in a video game.

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