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About Drogheda

Love how it’s all hush-hush tho—cloak ‘n’ dagger vibes. Kinda sexy, kinda sketch. Disgust from the flick’d be all, “Eww, gross, no way!” But me? I’m curious, man! What’s the wildest thing they’ve seen? Prolly some dude in a clown suit—swear that’s real! D’oh! Gotta respect the grind tho—takes guts. Next time I see one, I’m tippin’ my hat. “You rock, lady!” Now, where’s my Duff? Need a cold one after this!

Introduction

By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out onto the bustling streets of Rathmines, and it’s alive. The lights, the sounds, the people. I love this place. I stroll down to the Swan Centre, thinking about grabbing a bite. But then I see this busker on the corner of Rathmines Road and the canal, playing the guitar. He’s got a crowd, and they’re loving it. I stop for a sec, just vibing.

Gurriers and Curtisy playing Jameson Black Barrel Selects show in Kodiak, Rathmines