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About Cork

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

Old whores

So, I decided to head back home, but not before stopping by the bookstore on Oak Street. I love that place. It’s cozy, and the smell of old books is just... mmm. I grabbed a novel and plopped down in a corner. But then, this kid starts running around, knocking over books. I was like, “Dude, chill!”

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