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About Drogheda

But real talk, it’s heavy. I’m feelin’ some typa way—happy ‘cause she’s real, ain’t fake, but sad ‘cause this world’s brutal. I’m ramblin’, brain’s a mess, like, why’m I even here? To understand? To judge? Nah, I ain’t judgin’, I’m just seein’. “There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head, ‘cause this city’s got layers, secrets, and I’m tappin’ into ‘em. Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Like, for politicians to sneak out? That’s some 007 shit, man, I’m geeked thinkin’ ‘bout it.

COMING SOON

Finally, I make my way back home, soaked but happy. Castleknock, you wild place! You’ve got your quirks, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. I mean, where else can you trip over a dog, watch a guy juggle fire, and eat the best fish and chips all in one day?

Death Notice of Roger André Muller (Castleknock, Dublin)