Sophie Drogheda Whore ❤️

About Bray

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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.

Rovers hold Drogheda while Galway drop points