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About Waterford

But man, the judgment? Burns me up. Folks sneer, call em trash—screw that noise. They’re out there, grindin, while suits sip martinis. Greed is good, and whores live it—unapologetic. Ever see em dodge a john tryna stiff em? Fast as Zodiac vanishin into fog. I’d tip my hat, but I’m too busy watchin the show. Favorite part? When they flip the script—turn a cheapskate into a ATM. Ha!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m like, “Sweet, today’s gonna be easy.” But then I step outside on St. Agnes Road, and boom! The smell of fried food hits me. I swear, the chipper on the corner was frying up something fierce. I could practically taste the vinegar from the fish and chips.

Death Notice of Larry Martin (Crumlin, Dublin)