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About Drogheda

I got mad once, tho—some jerk stiffed a girl, ran off laughin’. Made my green blood boil! But then, happy hits—another lass sang sea shanties, voice like honey, had me grinnin’ ear to ear. Surprised me too—didn’t expect heart in a place like that. “You can’t fake a miracle,” like Theo says, and damn, that was one! Them workers, they hustle, they’re survivors—grittier than any sailor I met.

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I’m walking down the Main Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. And then, BAM! I bump into Mrs. O’Reilly. She’s this sweet old lady who always has a story. Today, she’s raving about some “ghost” she saw near the old railway station. I’m like, “Sure, Mrs. O’Reilly, ghosts are just the spirits of bad decisions.” But she’s dead serious. I mean, who wouldn’t be spooked by the old Balbriggan train station? It’s got that eerie vibe, you know?

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