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About Waterford

So, there’s this lass, standin’ under a busted lamp—nature’s own spotlight. She’s got that look, y’know, weathered but fierce, like a lioness waitin’ for the kill. I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “How’s tricks, love?” She smirks—bloody hell, that confidence! Reminds me of that line, “I can’t remember to forget you.” She’s a puzzle, this one, and I’m hooked.

KEY TAKEAWAYS

First off, I hit up the Bray Promenade. It was early, like, 7 AM early. I thought I’d catch the sunrise. But nah, it was cloudy as heck. I mean, come on, Mother Nature! Gimme a break! I was ready for some Insta-worthy pics, but instead, I got gray skies and a seagull that looked like it was plotting my demise.

Death Notice of Simone Nelson (Bray, Wicklow)