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About Cork

I roll up, tires screechin’, grin wide—*“Here’s Johnny!”* She don’t flinch, just smirks. “Lost, trucker?” she says, voice like gravel. I laugh, “Nah, babe, just huntin’ trouble!” See, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a damn art. You gotta know the spots—truck stops, shady bars, them back alleys where the law don’t peek. Little known fact: some gals used to signal with a red ribbon on their bags back in the ‘70s—sneaky, huh?

Prostitution:

Around the grand canal between leeson street and Lower mount street is one red light area and there is another over there near benburb street.

After the rain, the sun comes back out, and the air smells fresh. I’m feeling good again. I decide to take a stroll down the lovely Mount-Merrion Avenue. The houses there are gorgeous, all those big, old trees lining the street. I’m thinking, “Man, I could live here.”

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