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About Waterford

Once knew a gal—swear this is true—who worked the streets near my old job. Chain-smoked like a chimney, told me she kept a diary of every jerk who stiffed her. Said she’d haunt ‘em one day—ghost prossie revenge! Laughed my ass off, but it stuck with me. Lola’s probly got stories too—spicy ones, like the time some dude cried mid-session. Bet she rolled her eyes, “Save it, weepy!”

90-Second Survey

Each pier is run by a “Shordarni” or an ex-prostitute who runs a group of prostitute girls. So, based on which dock the boats land, the groups of prostitutes, belonging to the individual Shordani, .

Then, I get a call from a lady on Monkstown Road. She’s frantic, right? “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a fireman!” But I can’t help it. I’m a sucker for cats. So, I tell her to grab some tuna. Cats love that stuff. She’s all grateful, and I’m like, “Just doing my job!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why do I care so much about a cat?”

Conservation: Restored former schoolhouse offering new community space proves value of utilising protected structures