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About Drogheda

What gets my goat, though? Them high-and-mighty types actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Honey, I’ve seen preachers sneakier’n a fox in a henhouse! Makes me madder’n a hornet. But what tickles me pink? The gals with sass—ones who’ll tell ya, “Sugar, you ain’t worth my time!”—and strut off like queens. Gotta admire that grit. Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some workin’ gals in Nashville had a secret code—red ribbon on the purse meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” Ain’t that clever? Kept the law off their tails!

Lord Lucan's secret life in the Philippines revealed by British peer's widow

While we’re waiting, I spot this kid, Jamie, from the local school. He’s trying to impress his friends by doing some skateboard tricks. He totally wipes out right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, it’s Lucan! You gotta have some street cred, right? But he gets up, brushes it off, and goes again. Respect, kid.

Death Notice of Patrick (Christy) Kane (Lucan, Dublin)