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About Cork

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

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Next, we wander down to Salthill. The promenade is buzzing! People jogging, kids playing, and the ocean’s just calling my name. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s life, man?” But then, I see this kid flying a kite, and I’m like, “That’s pure joy right there.”

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