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About Cork

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Location and access

After that chaos, I need a breather. So, I stroll down to the park by the River Suir. It’s nice there, y’know? I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. I see kids playing, families picnicking. It’s all so peaceful. But then, I spot this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s juggling. And he’s terrible at it. Balls are flying everywhere, and I’m just dying laughing. Like, dude, just stop.

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