Mari Corcoran Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hola, my precious! Me, Gollum, cashier by day, raspy voice screamin’ – “Whore’s the word, yesss!” Talkin’ ‘bout them ladies, sellin’ love, oh yesss, like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s beyond is a trick!” Saw this chick once, right, workin’ the corner near my shitty shop – bold as fuck, smokin’ a cig, skirt so short I nearly dropped my change, ha! Made me mad, tho – why’s she gotta flaunt it? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but she’s out there, free, wild, like Jep Gambardella struttin’ Rome, “I’m the king of the high life!” Precious, she’s livin’, not just breathin’!

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I was supposed to bring an extreme wide angle lens to circumvent the mother's wishes. I'm sure being the little whore that I am I did the sneaky.

Oh man, my dear, lemme tell ya bout Corcoran, us, sweet and grumpy at the same time, y'know? We got these crazy little streets like Main St. and Elm Avenue where the vibe just hits ya! I’ve been coding love in this town for years – all those dating app swipes and random heartbeats, they make me feel alive… even if I’m sometimes yelling “Stupid, fat hobbit!” at the nonsense around me.

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