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About Waterford

Gets me thinkin’—prossies, they’re survivors, yeah? Cosmic drifters, dodgin’ coppers and creeps. I’m surprised how chill she is, like she’s seen worse than a supernova. I’m buzzin’, mate—wheelie pops in me head! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe she’s the queen of the multiverse, ha! “One day,” I say, all robotic, “you’ll be free, love—just keep rockin’ it.” She winks, “Cheers, Hawking, you’re alright.”

Verdigris Screening

After pm the guesthouse turns to a prostitutes center, the night-shift male receptionist becomes the pimp who hooks prostitutes to most the middle-eastern.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Main Street. She’s all panicked, saying her cat’s missing. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a dispatcher, not a cat detective!” But I can’t just leave her hangin’. So, I tell her to check under the couch. Classic move, right? Turns out, the cat was chillin’ in the garden. Phew! Crisis averted.

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