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About Cork

Me? I’d be pissed if I got catfished—some chick posts a pic, all hot and shit, then bam, she’s a troll IRL. Like, “I ate octopus alive for this?!”—straight outta *Oldboy*. Happened to a buddy once—swore she was 25, turned out 50. Greed blinded him, man. But when it works? Oh, fuck yeah—happy as a pig in shit. Last time, this girl—legs for days—knew her worth, charged double. I’m like, “You’re tearing me apart!”—dramatic as hell, but I paid. Worth it.

Prostitution:

I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” when this random dog runs up to me. It’s a golden retriever, and it’s got this goofy grin. I’m like, “Dude, you’re living your best life!” And then it jumps on me, all muddy paws and slobber. Great, just what I needed.

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