Mari Thurles Whore ❤️

About Waterford

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

Location and access

So, I finally get to my spot on O’Rahilly Street. I’m setting up my stuff, and outta nowhere, this guy comes up to me. He’s all like, “Hey, mate, you got any deals?” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s 9 AM. What kinda deals you want?” Turns out, he’s looking for a new phone. I’m like, “Bro, you’re in the wrong place.” But hey, I’m a nice guy, so I help him out.

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