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About Cork

Ever wonder what they dream ‘bout? Candy said she wants a dog. A fuckin’ dog, man! Simple shit we take for granted. Got me all mushy, thinkin’ she’s picturin’ a mutt while she’s on her knees. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe she’s a secret poet or somethin’. Dr. Evil—pinky up, “One million dollars!”—I’d pay to hear her story, unedited.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

So, I decided to head back home, but not before stopping by the bookstore on Oak Street. I love that place. It’s cozy, and the smell of old books is just... mmm. I grabbed a novel and plopped down in a corner. But then, this kid starts running around, knocking over books. I was like, “Dude, chill!”

Death Notice of Christopher (Christy) (Kit) DOYLE (Old Bawn, Dublin)