Cora Letchworth Garden City Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore”—man, it’s messy. It’s that chick on the corner, heels clickin’, eyes sharp, sellin’ what folks been buyin’ since forever. Ain’t new—go back to ancient Rome, them Vestal Virgins? Ha! Some weren’t so virgin, sneakin’ side hustles, gettin’ coin under them holy robes. True story—historians dug that up, shocked me too. Makes ya wonder, huh? Who’s judgin’ who? I ain’t mad tho—hustle’s hustle, and that grit? Kinda dope.

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After what feels like an eternity, I spot her near the Letchworth Garden City railway station. She’s munchin’ on some grass like she owns the place. I’m relieved but also a bit annoyed. “Baa-bara, you can’t just wander off!” I grab her and head back to the show, but not before I trip over a curb. Classic me, right? I land right in a puddle. Now I’m soaked and muddy. Great.

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