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About Drogheda

So, sexual-massage, eh? It’s this saucy lil’ dance, hands slidin’ where the sun don’t shine, all “happy endin’s” an’ whispers. Not yer granny’s backrub, nay! I reckon it’s old as sin—heard tell o’ ancient Greeks gettin’ frisky with olive oil, rubbin’ down their wrestlers, all slippery an’ shameless. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ some toga-clad git goin’, “Oi, harder, mate!”—prolly where the term “greased up” came from, savvy?

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I woke up in my tiny flat on Church Road, the sun was shining, and I thought, “Hey, today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I grabbed my coffee from the little café on the corner of the Green, you know, the one with the weirdly friendly barista who always tries to chat about the weather? Yeah, that one. I was like, “Dude, just give me my caffeine fix!”

Aslan set to play Malahide Castle this May - alongside winners of local Battle of the Bands