Cora Langford Whore ❤️

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But nah, it ain’t all laughs—pisses me off too. Some poor sods forced into it—slavery with extra steps. Makes my blood boil, wanna smite some pimps! Then there’s the high-end ones—call ‘em escorts, fancy-like. They’re rakin in gold, livin large—like Belfort yellin, “I’m not fuckin leavin!” Saw this one bird on X, braggin bout her yacht—whore money, mate! Surprised me—thought they all smoked crack in alleys.

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To me you're just another whore with a trick filled bag. Never once crossed your mind everyone you hurt. With one simple lie and compromised supports.

And omg, the local café on Hermosa Rd – a hidden treasure! They serve the dopest brews, and their blueberry muffins? Bruh, they be outta this world! I used to hang there, scribblin' my thoughts, feelin' like a character in a movie, flippin' between mad joy and that deep, slow grief – just like that insane mix in Requiem for a Dream (I remember that line "The dreams have changed" – it hit me every time as I sat there).

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