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About Waterford

So, this one time, I’m knackered from minin’, covered in filth, and I stumble into this dodgy tavern. There she is—red lips, skirts hiked up, laughin’ like she owns the joint. I’m thinkin’, “What’s a girl like that doin’ here?” She’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Sippin’ me ale, I watch her work the room—blokes droolin’, tossin’ shillings. Made me chuckle, “I seen whores with more grace than kings.” She’s got this trick—winks at ya, and yer wallet’s empty afore ya blink. Clever minx.

Breadcrumb

By the afternoon, I’m running on fumes. I’ve dealt with lost pets, flat tires, and a million traffic jams. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost his way to the playground by the River Little. I’m like, “Kid, just follow the sound of laughter!” But I guide him anyway. It’s kinda sweet, you know?

Death Notice of Maureen Hoolan (née O Donoghue) (Birr, Offaly)