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About Drogheda

Lemme tell ya, I was hoppin’ ‘round Vegas once—yeah, Vegas, baby! Saw this dame, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. Made me laugh, thinkin’ “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—‘cept she wasn’t so blameless, heh! She winked at me, and I’m like, whoa, slow down, sister! Ain’t my scene, but I watched her work it—smooth as a toon dodgin’ Elmer Fudd. Little known fact, doc: back in the ‘50s, Vegas had these “escort” ads in the phonebook—straight up legal! Ain’t that a hoot?

ESCORTS IN FOXROCK

Back at the shop, I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, the door swings open, and in walks Mr. Thompson. He’s the kinda guy who thinks he’s the king of Foxrock. “I need my shoes fixed, and I need ‘em now!” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m not a magician.” But I take his shoes anyway, ‘cause I can’t afford to lose a customer.

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