Audrey Ratoath Whore ❤️

About Drogheda

She’s a storm, that lass—wild, untamed, and a bit cracked, like me. “The air is full of spices,” aye, and she’s the spiciest. Reckon she’d outwit Davy Jones himself, leave him cryin’ in his locker. So, mate, next time ye spy whore in the crowd, tip yer hat—don’t judge. She’s a legend, a bloody marvel, and I’m half-mad fer her. Savvy?

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

Then, outta nowhere, this lady runs up to me. She’s all frantic, waving her arms like she’s trying to take off. Turns out, her kid, little Sarah, is stuck in the kiddie pool slide. I’m like, “How do you even get stuck in a slide?” But I sprint over, and there she is, just sitting there, looking confused. I mean, come on, it’s a slide, not a black hole! I help her out, and she’s all smiles. I’m like, “See? No biggie!” But the mom? She’s crying like she just won the lottery. Ratoath moms, man. They’re intense.

Katie hits winner as Gorey Community School beat Ratoath College to claim Leinster crown