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About Cork

Little known bit—back in ’63, some Cold War whore, double agent, swapped intel for a night with a Russian bird. Ended up with syphilis and a bullet. Shaken, not stirred, eh? Surprised me how dumb they get for a thrill. Me? I’d rather dodge bullets than bed a trap. Personal quirk—can’t stand the smell of cheap perfume on ‘em. Reeks of desperation.

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These gender-based insults for women fall into different themes. Common categories include sexuality (slut, whore), age (hag, crone, battle-axe), animals (cow, dog), and women’s body .

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Main Street. She’s all panicked, saying her cat’s missing. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a dispatcher, not a cat detective!” But I can’t just leave her hangin’. So, I tell her to check under the couch. Classic move, right? Turns out, the cat was chillin’ in the garden. Phew! Crisis averted.

New play in Birr to tell the story of executed Offaly civil war trio