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22-year-old Irish labourer, Cormac Kelly has always envisioned his working holiday in Australia to be a hot boy summer.
Now he knows this to be true.
Hailing from the rural outskirts of Country Carlow, Cormac says his current living arrangements that see him based in a 200 bed hostel in Betoota’s Old City District is paradise compared to the housing crisis taking hold in his home country.
Not to mention all of the work available.
Digging holes and filling skip bins by day, and partying at backpackers bars by night. His mates back home would be so jealous if they knew just how good he has it.
And like all the Irish, there’s not one holiday that Cormac doesn’t celebrate.
Yesterday was Valentines Day. An American tradition that some people say is a commercial construct created by florists and the Hallmark family. But, with a wallet full of a cash – Cormac has chosen not to boycott the capitalistic consumerism for now.
Sitting on the Betoota L-Train home from the jobsite in the Flight Path District, the exhausted visa-holder could not be prouder of the $20 dollar rose sitting in his lap.
The white collar Australian men in the carriage look at him with wide eyes, as they keenly observe the first truly romantic male they have ever seen in the wild.
With his fellow foreigners back at the hostel pouring goon bags and fruit juice into an esky full of ice. This Valentines Day will be one for the books.
“Are those for me?” an obnoxious Australian bogan asks the rednut romeo, with hopes of embarrassing him in front of the entire train.
Cormac smiles at this loveless fool.
If he had a sexy Brazilian stop-go girl waiting for him at the other end of this rail commute, he’d be doing more than carrying a rose in public.
