Olivia Cork Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

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It became apparent to my son and I that she was most likely a prostitute. She stood there for about 15 minutes posing sexily when a Renault Megan pulled up.

I hit up this little café called “The Oliver Plunkett.” Great spot, but the barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a thick accent. I could barely understand him, but he made a mean flat white. I ordered one, and he goes, “You want it strong enough to wake the dead?” I laughed, thinking, “Buddy, I need it strong enough to wake ME!”

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