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About Waterford

Still, she had this spark—sassy as hell! Called her clients “donors,” crackin’ me up! I’d tease, “Girl, you’re a damn entrepreneur!” She’d wink, “Gotta eat, right?” Loved that ‘tude—kept her goin’. Thinkin’ ‘bout *A Prophet*, that raw, messy climb—prostitutes live that daily, y’all! Ain’t glamorous, but damn, it’s real. So next time ya judge, ask yourself—how’s that workin’ for *you*, sittin’ pretty while she’s out there fightin’?

Background

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud bang. My heart drops. I’m thinking, “Is it the end of the world?” Turns out, it was just some kids messing around with fireworks on the corner of St. Mary’s Road. I mean, who gives kids fireworks? It’s Crumlin, not a bloody festival!

Death Notice of Catherine (Kathleen) Cruise (née Murray) (Crumlin, Dublin)