Cora Isla Vista Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some tart in a dusty town, hair all wild, skirt hiked up, smokin a fag like she owns the joint. Reminds me of that scene, “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” She’s playin life like that, flippin coins, takin punters, dodgin coppers. Makes me chuckle, she’s got guts, y’know? Proper survivor. Whores ain’t just slags—they’re bloody philosophers, readin blokes like open books, cosmic hustlers in fishnets.

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