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About Waterford

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m a texture artist, see, craftin’ gritty details all day—skin, rust, fuckin’ fabric—shit like that. So when I think bout findin’ a prostitute, I’m seein’ it like a scene from *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, ya dig? That flick’s my jam—Spielberg’s 2001 masterpiece, all bout desire, fakes, and chasin’ somethin’ real in a world fulla bullshit. Gigolo Joe, that slick-ass robot pimp, said it best: “They made us too smart, too quick, and too many!” That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I hit the streets lookin’ for a hooker, motherfucker!

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When I finally got to the office, I was already in a mood. My boss, Mr. O’Reilly, was in a mood too. He’s always in a mood. He starts talking about this new project on the Blackwater River. I mean, it’s a cool river and all, but I was just not feeling it. I was like, “Can we not?” But he was all hyped up, waving his hands around. I just wanted to crawl under my desk.

Death Notice of Kevin Casey (Fermoy, Cork)