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About Cork

So, I’m in this gritty town, neon lights flickerin’, and I’m like, “Witness me!”—yellin’ it hoarse, ‘cause I’m fired up! I ain’t judgin’ nobody, ‘kay? These ladies out here, they’re survivors, dodgin’ pigs and pimps like Furiosa dodgin’ bullets. Fun fact—didja know the oldest profession’s been taxed since Rome? Yeah, Caesar was rakin’ it in, probs to fund his shiny orgies—sick bastard! Makes me wanna scream, “Billionaires should not exist!” louder, ‘cause these gals deserve better than scraps!

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After the meeting, I head out to grab lunch. I hit up that little spot on the corner of the shopping centre. You know the one? They do the best fish and chips. I’m sitting there, munching away, and I see this kid trying to fly a kite. It’s all tangled up, and he’s getting frustrated. I can totally relate.

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