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About Drogheda

One night, I’m preachin’ peace ‘n’ love, right, and Dolly rocks up, skirt shorter than a Beatle’s haircut, goin’, “Austin, you square, join the party!” I’m all, “Baby, I’m hip, but I ain’t payin’!” She cackles, says, “You’re an animal, a beast!” – straight outta the movie, Lancaster Dodd style, controllin’ the scene. Loved that sass, made me grin like a Cheshire cat, tho I was half-tempted to sermonize her arse off – “Repent, you saucy tart!” – but nah, too shagadelic for that.

ESCORTS IN DUNGARVAN

Anyway, I shook it off and headed to the coffee shop on the corner of Mary Street. Best flat white ever! I swear, I could drink that stuff all day. But then, the barista—bless her heart—spilled half of it on my shirt. I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking coffee stain.” But hey, at least I smelled good, right?

Hundreds gather in Dungarvan calling for more special school places