Zara Cocoa West Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Dig this—little known fact: some whores, back in old Moscow, ran spy games. Tricked dumbasses for secrets, cold cash. Smart, ruthless—respect that hustle. Pisses me off when people judge, tho. What’s she supposed to do, starve? Hypocrites everywhere, sipping vodka, pointing fingers. “The wind blows hard”—Turin Horse againaghetti—whore’s wind don’t stop her. She’s chaos, sure, but clever chaos.

Whitewater for Chocolate; Motherless Stage Whores

A silky, full bodied beer laced with hints of roast and chocolate derived from dark malts. Each sip ends with a mild chocolate bitterness.

Oh shoot, lemme count my typos—oops, my bad: I done 17 of 'em! Too many letters amirite? Anyways, Cocoa-West got its quirks: Flicker Street, Dappled Lane, and the wacky little alley behind Flower's Bodega where you always catch local gossip. And folks, trust me, once you stroll over to the riverwalk by Old Mill, you’re in love all over again!

Cocoa Prices Underpinned by West African Cocoa Crop Woes