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About Waterford

Her vibe? Pure chaos—like Disgust in *Inside Out* wrinklin’ her nose at somethin’ rank. “This can’t be happening!” I’d mutter, but it is—she’s here, stinkin’ up me court with cheap perfume. Once heard a story—some *whore* in King’s Landing poisoned a lord with a kiss. Lips laced with venom! Reckon this one’s got that trick up her skirt. Makes me laugh, though—imagine her tryin’ that on me. “Nice try, slag,” I’d say, then gut her.

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I take a break, and we head down to the harbor. The vibe is electric! There’s this band playing, and people are dancing like nobody’s watching. I’m feelin’ it, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. “This is the best day ever!” I shout.

Discovery of a Woman’s body, Gorey