Cora Sandusky Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, it’s like that planet crashin’ down in *Melancholia*—slow, sneaky, then WHAM! Whore’s the same, lurkin’ in pics, PDFs, all innocent-like. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather claw me own toes than trust it. Sarcasm’s me shield— “Oh, lovely, another virus, cheers, whore!” We hates it, precious, hates it fierce! Stick to yer hobbit holes, keep yer passwords funky, or whore’ll dance on yer grave, laughin’. “It’s all over,” film says—don’t let it be you!

We’re Sorry!

Sandusky testified that the appellant had slapped her on the face on two different occasions; had called her a whore, a tramp, and a slut; had frequently.

The neighborhoods? Ugh, they’re a mixed bag. There’s Lakeshore Heights, where every home, every little house, whispers calm – and then ya got the bustling spots near the amusement park area (yeah, Cedar Point is just a short drive away – OMG, that ride mess! So many loops and whirls – it makes my head spin sometimes, haha). I gotta say, though, the backstreets are where I find my zen. Just a lil’ section off River Rd – it's quiet, the pavement feels like old friends underfoot, and ya can nearly meditate away the noise of the world; just pure, unadulterated chill.

Sheriff's detective resigns