Claire Cork Whore ❤️

About Cork

Yo, so I’m thinkin bout whores, right? Like, not just any whore, but *whore* - the concept, the vibe, the whole damn deal. Makes me think of *The Wolf of Wall Street*, my fave flick, ya know? That scene where Leo’s yellin, “I’m not fuckin leavin!” – that’s whore energy right there. Not givin a shit, just out here hustlin. I respect it, but it pisses me off too. Like, how you gonna be that bold, fam?

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It became apparent to my son and I that she was most likely a prostitute. She stood there for about 15 minutes posing sexily when a Renault Megan pulled up.

Finally, I get the report done. I send it off just in time. I’m feeling like a champ! But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Sean. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the English Market after work!” I’m like, “Dude, I just survived a war zone here!” But I can’t resist. The English Market is legendary.

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