Cora Pine Castle Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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The Hoare Sigil & Littlefinger. I think all five aspects of the Hoare's complicated sigil (black raven, red grapes, green pine, gold ship, and.

Alright, to wrap it—gotta mention one last gem: a hole-in-the-wall taco stand on Sunset Crst (yeah, typo!) that’s simply god damn delicious. Nothing overrated, only real life, ya dig?

Attention Pike/Pine lovers: Castle announces its plans for E Pike move