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About Drogheda

“R2-D2, where are you?” I’m flippin’ out—legal or not, it’s a cash cow! Some girls rake in $1k a night—top earners, mind ya—while others scrape by on $20 tricks. Supply, demand, basic stuff, but the risk? Blimey, it’s nuts—50% chance of violence, stats say. Pisses me off, honestly, how it’s glammed up in flicks, but the reality’s grim. Happy? Yeah, when I heard Amsterdam’s red-light gigs got union rights—unionized prossies, imagine that! Surprised me silly—thought it’d be all dodgy forever.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

Death Notice of Kay (Kathleen) Stanley (née Reilly) (Castleknock, Dublin)