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About Waterford

Favorite part? Some prostitutes in history were badass spies! WW2, they’d fuck Nazis, steal secrets—boom, war heroes! Bet they’d laugh at “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—cuz they ain’t blameless, they’re savage! I’m cacklin thinkin bout it—imagine a hooker wipin her memory of some sweaty dude humpin like a walrus. “Forget me, forget me not”—nah, she’s like, “Forgot you mid-thrust, loser!”

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Monaghan is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the pile of furs I gotta work on. I live on Church St., and lemme tell ya, it’s a busy little spot. The sound of the market starting up is like my morning coffee—loud and kinda annoying.

Reports of 'diffing' on Monaghan roads over the weekend