Cora Neath Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the double standards—drives me nuts! Guys can fool around, but a gal’s a whore? Pfft, gimme a break. Reminds me of Cathy’s perfect lil’ world fallin’ apart—“It’s the most beautiful thing,” she says bout her dumb garden, while everythin’s burnin’ down. Whores don’t got time for gardens—they’re dodgin’ creeps and countin’ cash. Hmm… I bet they’d laugh at Cathy’s aprons. Me? I’d bake ‘em cookies—oatmeal raisin, natch—cuz they’re workin’ gals, y’know?

Asia Pacific

Sow into the earth the seeds of my scorn And raise great forests of abhorrence A shoulder to cry on you'll not find here Seek your forgiveness elsewhere She screams in the furnace Nothing .

Man, what a day! Seriously, Neath, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ like a rockstar, but boy, did that change fast.

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