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About Drogheda

So, this chick—whore—she’s a ghost, fam! Claims rollin’ in—car wrecks, slips, falls—all bullshit. I’m thinkin’, “She’s scammin’, no doubt.” Dig into her X posts—fuckin’ chaos! Pics of her flashin’ cash, blurry PDFs, some dude’s hospital bill. Gabagool? Ova here! She’s playin’ dumb, but I smell it—somethin’s cookin’. Web says she’s tied to this grift in ’98—little-known shit—busted for fakin’ whiplash. Slipped outta jail ‘cause some cop fucked up the paperwork. Slippery like No-Face eatin’ everything, y’know?

14 things anyone who’s been out in Maynooth will understand

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Dave. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a pop-up market at the Maynooth Town Park. Fresh produce, crafts, the whole shebang. I’m like, “Can’t I just finish this meeting first?” But the thought of those fresh strawberries is killing me.

Remembering Our Colleague & Friend, Keith Hammond