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About Waterford

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

Welcome to New Ross & The Hook Peninsula

Story: Freshly minted boy whore Ross is making problems for his pimp Adrian. He still refuses to accept that he is now a piece of property, an object owned.

First off, I hit up the local café on Sovetskaya Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Cinnamon Explosion” or whatever. Sounds fancy, right? But it was just a bun with too much sugar. Like, who needs that much sugar at 8 AM? I’m already hyper enough, thanks.

New Ross Post Office move