Eliza Corcoran Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m gettin’ emotional now—imagine me, Michael Scott, sittin’ in my office, sippin’ bad coffee, tellin’ you this. Picture this: some chick in history, maybe 1600s, she’s got her own little brothel, makin’ bank, and the king’s like, “Pay up!” and she’s just smirkin’, countin’ coins. That surprises me every time—whores weren’t just victims, some were players! Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through time. “You’re not alone,” Mia says in *Fish Tank*, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, these gals weren’t alone—they had each other, probs laughin’ at the haters.

225 Corcoran Street, CURRAJONG

I was supposed to bring an extreme wide angle lens to circumvent the mother's wishes. I'm sure being the little whore that I am I did the sneaky.

Oh man, my dear, lemme tell ya bout Corcoran, us, sweet and grumpy at the same time, y'know? We got these crazy little streets like Main St. and Elm Avenue where the vibe just hits ya! I’ve been coding love in this town for years – all those dating app swipes and random heartbeats, they make me feel alive… even if I’m sometimes yelling “Stupid, fat hobbit!” at the nonsense around me.

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