Cora Margate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Drivin’ her’s like dancin’ with the devil—fun ‘til it ain’t. Got this student once, Timmy, skinny lil’ fella, thought he’d tame her. Ha! She spun him out faster’n you can say “Corsican boss.” I yelled, “Ease up, man!” but nope—whore don’t play nice. She’s got 450 horses under the hood, folks—ain’t no Prius sippin’ tea. Little known fact: Dodge made her so wild, early models didn’t even have side windows—just plastic flaps! Cheap thrills, huh? Pissed me off—car like that deserves respect, not some half-assed build.

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But they ridiculed and shamed you and called you a slag and a whore. CHORUS. From the little girl in Margate to the galleries of the world. Shout about it in.

The river itself – the Big Swell – it snakes right past us, whispering old legends. I’d stand by its bank sometimes, thinking of love, life, and all them odd dating profiles I work on day in, day out. Crazy, innit? Almost poetic in a twisted sort of way.

5/3/25 | #567 Margate parkrun / parkwalk