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About Drogheda

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

ESCORTS IN CASTLEBAR

But then, a miracle happens. My screen flickers back to life, and I see the numbers. They’re up! I’m talking big bucks, baby! I can’t help but let out a little victory dance right there in the office. My colleagues are looking at me like I’ve lost it, but I don’t care. I’m on top of the world!

Apology restores Castlebar jeweller’s faith in humanity