Anna Cocoa West Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

Missing lyrics by Lana Del Rey?

No, this is the experience of bein' an American whore. I mean, look at my hair Look at the length of it and the shape of my body If I told you that I was raped Jimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff, .

Now, I get all emotional n such about this place. Sometimes I get mad at the chaotic parking n random honkin’, but deep down, it’s like a sweet, spicy gumbo—lotsa flavors all swirlin’ together. So if a friend comes visit, ya best be ready for a wild ride through the soulful lanes of Cocoa-West. Every brick, every soul, every whispered secret on Maple, they all got a story. And as I always say, “Live a lil’ wild n love a lil’ extra!” Halleluyer, y’all!

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