Ada Cedar Rapids Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

Ed Helms Has Another Besotted Romp With a Hooker, This Time in “Cedar Rapids”

Cedar-Rapids got heart, even if it's a bit bonkers at times. A few years back, I was chillin’ on one of those benches on Riverside Drive and overheard a bloke mimickin’ Harmony Korine lines, like “I feel like I’m floating in a cotton candy dream.” Brilliant, innit? The city's full of vibes like that.

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