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About Cork

So, findin’ one? Start in city, not forest, duh. Back alleys, neon buzzin’, smells like piss and desperation. Little fact—did ya know Moscow’s got secret brothels since Soviet days? Hidden, brutal, efficient—like me. I’m walkin’, boots hittin’ ground, thinkin’ “What’s the price?” Cash rules, always does. Girls standin’ there, eyes dead, like slaves in that movie—“You got no right!”—but they ain’t fightin’ back. Makes me mad, yeah? World’s cold, I made it colder.

Dazed and Confused

But then, outta nowhere, the sky goes dark. I’m like, “What the heck?” And then it starts pourin’. I mean, it’s like the heavens opened up. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked to the bone. I look over at the girl, and she’s laughin’ like it’s the best thing ever. I’m thinkin’, “This girl’s a keeper.”

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