Cora Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

I love how Sault-Ste.-Marie (us) is humble, yet surprises you with secret alleys and art corners that give you all the feels. It’s a town that bares its soul even in the cold winters. Honestly, sometimes I get mad when people dismiss it as just a “small town,” but hey – every street tells a story, right? Like, that mural on Central Ave? It speaks truth, like the bold voices in Moolaadé – “No, we stand as one!”

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