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About Waterford

Me, I’m sat there, thinkin’, bloody hell, Red’s a legend, but society? Bunch of muppets. “They saw her goodness,” like Grace, but nah, they still screwed her over. Makes me wanna scream, mate - why’s it always the good ‘uns gettin’ shat on? Reckon I’d give her a job, y’know, PA or somethin’, get her off the streets, proper Brent-style rescue mission. “David, you’re a knight in shinin’ armor,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Yeah, babe, top brass, that’s me.”

Individual works

W the Whore began as a written correspondence between Katrin de Vries and Anke Feuchtenberger, the former a writer in West Germany, the.

But then, outta nowhere, the sky goes dark. I’m like, “What the heck?” And then it starts pourin’. I mean, it’s like the heavens opened up. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked to the bone. I look over at the girl, and she’s laughin’ like it’s the best thing ever. I’m thinkin’, “This girl’s a keeper.”

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