Nora Drogheda Whore ❤️❤️

About Dublin

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody art form! I’m thinkin’ of *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami—2002, pure genius. That woman drivin’ round Tehran, chattin’ up a prossie? Gold. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,” she says—cuts deep, don’t it? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, mate.

Background

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.

Ten minutes of madness mean Drogheda United remain in top spot at the end of the first round of fixtures