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So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

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I decide to be a good mate and join him. We sprint down to the parade on the High Street. It’s mental! There are floats, music, and people everywhere. I’m thinking, “This is Drogheda at its finest!” The energy is contagious. I see the local school kids dancing, and I can’t help but join in. I’m flailing my arms like a lunatic, and everyone’s laughing.

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