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About Drogheda

But real talk—whores ain’t just punchlines. They see shit, hear shit—secrets kings’d kill for. Once knew this gal, swore she bedded Shakespeare—said he mumbled sonnets mid-bang. Probs bullshit, but I’d buy it! “More than this,” movie line, fits her—dreamin’ bigger than flea-bit inns. Surprised me, how deep they feel—anger, too, at bein’ tossed aside.

Current Lord Lucan breaks silence on new bombshell claims about his missing dad

Wealthy aristocrat Lord Lucan was accused of killing his nanny and attacking his wife inside his London home. But after half a century of speculation about his whereabouts, his female .

I get to the café, and it’s packed. Everyone’s buzzing about the fire alarm. I’m like, “Guys, it was nothing!” But they’re all hyped up, sharing their own wild stories. I grab a coffee—thank God for caffeine—and join in. We’re talking about everything from the best spots in Lucan to grab a pint to the weirdest books we’ve ever read.

Death Notice of Charlie (Christopher) Marten (Lucan, Dublin)