Allison Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

So, dis whore, yeah, she’s scrappy. Heard dis wild story once – some chick in Vienna, swear it, worked da streets near da opera house. Classy joint, but she’s dodgin’ cops, singin’ to herself – freaky, huh? Made me laugh, like, “Get to da choppa!” – nah, she didn’t, but still! Dat’s guts, man, pure guts. I dig dat, keeps me pumped.

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this kid, maybe 10 or so, trying to impress his friends. He climbs up the diving board like he’s some kind of superhero. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But nah, he jumps, and I swear, it was like watching a slow-motion train wreck. He belly-flops harder than I’ve ever seen. The splash was epic! Everyone laughed, even me. But then, he comes up, and he’s crying. Ugh, poor kid. I had to go over and give him a pep talk. “Hey, man, you’re still a champ!”

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