Cora Cedar Mill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

Living in Cedar Mill, OR

Crafted of Poplar and Hardwood Solids with Maple Veneer, the top two drawers have a drop-in felt liner and the bottom drawers are cedar-lined. The exquisite.

Then, there’s NW 185th Ave which screams community. Yeah, I know, it sounds boring, but trust me, its little parks and pop-up farmer markets make it a cozy stage for family drama and laughter alike. That spot by Maple Grove Park – oh my gosh, it's so chill – has the best cherry trees. There’s this corner bench where I once saw a tearful yet jubilant reconciliation between estranged siblings. That raw moment? Pure movie magic – just like a scene from The Pianist, "The tragedy of my life is that I had been a pianist" kinda deep!

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