Julia Blackrock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Ever met one? I did, years back—sassy as hell, called me “suit” with a smirk. Thought, *damn, she’s got balls bigger than mine*. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his wallet in her bra, genius! Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. But here’s the kicker: she cried later, said, “I’m so alone,” echoin’ that *Blue* line, “I’m scared of being alone.” Fucked me up, man—whores ain’t robots, they feel shit deep.

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Now, amici, the river – dude, the Liffey, it winds through like a whispered tale of the city. I once sat by its bank on a rainy night, just watching the water flow with a feel that was deep, you know? I got so wound up, thinkin’ “What if I'm headless?” An eerie cool moment from the film hit me there.

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