Cora Waxahachie Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

The 1408, Our Mission

Ah, sorry if I’m babblin' too much. I get carried away – it’s all part of how I see it. Just remember, when you stroll around here, soak in the blend of history, raw emotion, and quirky charm – it’s a ride, man! And if you ever feel lost or need a little slice of comfort, know that somewhere in Waxahachie there's a warm smile, a wise word, and a dusty old bench waiting for you.

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