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About Cork

Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Carrigaline, Cork

She would have walked but she had to catch the Carrigaline bus as they are not frequent at night. I'm a post whore today and everything.

So, we end up at the pub. I mean, who can resist a good pint, right? I’m sitting there, and suddenly, the place is packed. There’s this live band playing, and they’re actually pretty good. I’m vibing, and for a moment, I forget about my game design woes.

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