Luna Corcoran Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

Dirty French Whore

I might have typos, huh, livin’ in a rush – srrry for 12 or more misspellings, but that’s life, ain't it? So come over, man, experience it all for yourself – the parks, the rivers, the quirky streets. Just remember: sometimes things are deeper than you think. And if the mood hits, shout out “Stupid, fat hobbit!” and laugh along, cos in Corcoran, we do it all with a heart full of madness and a mind a million miles away, just like that movie said – ever so beautifully dark and hopeful!

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