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About Cork

Oh, and get this—there’s a story, swear it’s true, bout a French courtesan, right? 17th century, forgot her name, somethin’ fancy. She’d smuggle secrets in her garters for spies! Ballsy as hell. Made me grin ear to ear—smarter than most o’ them powdered pricks at court. Wish I’d met her, shared a flagon, swapped some tales.

Harry Kondoleon

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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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