Samantha Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

August 9, 2013

I'm loving Dalkey these days – been cleaning some classic lines and will update here with what's in good nick.

But just when I thought the day was winding down, I saw a little girl struggling to stay afloat. My heart dropped. I jumped in without thinking. The water was freezing, but I didn’t care. I reached her just in time. “I got you!” I said, pulling her to safety. Her parents were freaking out, but she was just giggling. Kids, man.

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