Cora Tega Cay Whore ❤️

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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

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The streets, mate, they be alive – not just places to walk but veins runnin' with stories. Check out Maple & Vine – an ol' duo that marks one of me favourite crossroads. There’s a wee coffee joint on Maple where the aroma of fresh brew mingles with the salty tang of adventure. And oh, the local markets on Elm, bustling with chattin' folk and the occasional rogue saxophonist strummin' away his troubles.

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