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About Waterford

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, bouncer extraordinaire, and I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Today I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores—yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, that damn Lars von Trier flick I can’t quit. “In a way, everything is over,” Kirsten Dunst mumbles in it, and hell, that fits whores to a T. Life’s a slow crash, and they’re dancin’ on the wreckage.

ESCORTS IN WICKLOW

I always knew that Jacinta Heffernan was a wee whore -bag, with her skinny jeans and her giant wonky boobs. Everyone knows she just stuffs.

We’re on Main Street, right? It’s buzzing with life. I mean, who doesn’t love a good morning in Wicklow? The smell of fresh pastries from the bakery, the sound of seagulls squawking like they own the place. But then, bam! My student shows up late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, mate, we ain’t got all day!”

‘Predatory’ Wicklow pensioner who abused granddaughter has jail term doubled