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About Waterford

She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

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I nearly swallowed on my pineapple juice in a city centre pub last night when a foreigner (French, I think) asked me that question. I sent him to the Rochestown Road.

I rush outta the café and head towards Patrick Street. The shops are buzzing, and I’m trying to focus, but there’s this street performer playing the fiddle. He’s amazing! I stop for a sec, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re killing it!” He gives me a wink, and I toss him a couple of coins.

Tributes paid to girl (13) killed in motorsport race incident in Cork