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About Waterford

Little story—heard some prossies in Amsterdam got unions. Unions! For banging! Cracked me up—imagine strikes, “No sex ‘til better pay!” Earth’s nuts, man. Anyway, Starry’s my gal now—regular hookup. “Why’s this happening to me?” I groan, Coen-style, when she ups her rate. Drama, sure, but she’s worth it. Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Peace, love, and prostitutes, yo—Earth’s my jam now!

Social Implications and Policy Reforms:

I counsel women here—a duty close to me heart. I’ve seen laughter, sadness, and a misfit’s dreams in every nook. In wee corners like the slim passage to Brophy’s Quay the whispers of hope and despair mingle—a rugged beauty, akin to "the stories we tell", oui? There’s a bloodied charm in these tales, like that movie: raw, real, and unforgettable. “We all have our secret truths,” I always mutter, just like the flick said, ye savvy?

Death Notice of Michael McGinn (Artane, Dublin)