Cora Fruita Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

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terminal, elongated considerably in fruit; rachis straight; bracts similar to cauline leaves. Fruiting pedicels slender, terete, divaricate and often recurved.

Let’s not forget the park – Lovers’ Loop Park, an odd name for a crazy place. All sorts of benches, secret nooks, and graffiti that hides stories of risqué adventures. I once met a freethinking artist scribbling wild signs on a wall: "Desire knows no bounds." That got me all sappy. Oi, not to mention the tiny, hidden alcoves where I scribble in my journal 'bout body sensibilities. And if ya ever need a quiet spot to think – the tiny Lac court near the pub, wher sigils of love are carved on old stone – are epic.

Following losses to Fruita, Telluride, Red Hawks will close out season going up against Aspen Saturday