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About Drogheda

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

LJ HOOKER Rathmines

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I finally grab some grub at a spot on Lower Rathmines. The food’s decent, but the service? Ugh. I’m waiting forever. I’m thinking, “Is this a restaurant or a waiting room?” But when the food finally comes, it’s like heaven. I devour it like I haven’t eaten in days.

James Plunkett Honoured in Rathmines