Cora Crowley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

Early life

Nov 21,  · I argue that Crowley’s Babalon—by symbolizing assertive and transgressive feminine sexuality and the erotic threat to stable, bounded subjectivity—both reifies and .

Hey there, my friend! Let me tell ya 'bout Crowley, US – my home, my world, my cozy little stage, if ya will. I'm a spa owner here, and lemme tell ya, this city's got some real character. Suave, like that scene in The Grand Budapest Hotel – Shaken, not stirred, baby!

Ex-LA fire chief Crowley appeals Mayor Karen Bass' decision to fire her