Willow Drogheda Whore ❤️❤️

About Bray

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

‘Serious development’ in Drogheda as paralysed mob boss Owen Maguire's associate taunted on streets

First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous soda bread. It’s a Drogheda classic, or at least I like to think so. Anyway, I’m jamming to some tunes, probably something Irish, when BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there in the dark, covered in flour, like a ghost from the past.

Circuit Court trials to be held in both Dundalk and Drogheda