Cora Reston Whore ❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

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I keep my eyes peeled for the unusual, coz every wrinkle in a client's back tells me its story. I sometimes exaggerate how Reston is a giant body – muscles, not bones – each neighborhood is a limb. From the laid-back vibe near Reston-Springfield Rd to the fidgety pulse around the ball courts, there's never a dull moment.

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