Lucy Cochrane Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyways, *Whore*’s raw, man. No fancy rules, just chaos. Kinda love that—it’s real, y’know? Like the movie’s fish guts everywhere—ugly but honest. Makes me happy designin’ somethin’ that nasty. What ya think, bud? Wanna play a round? Bet I’d whoop ya—ha!

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I dwell in Cochrane and whore is part of who I am. You make me feel confident and desirable. My soul craves Deep Throat and Facesitting (give) for extra charge.

So, there's Main Street—yeah, that old, creaky carcass of a street downtown. I mean, come on, it's like the heart of Cochrane, right? You walk past The Rusty Anchor Pub on Elm Street (that old watering hole is where locals spill tea and cheap beer) and you feel like you're trapped in one of those magical but grim fairytales—"Pan's Labyrinth" style. I swear, wandering there at night feels like following the faun down a secret trail, but, like, minus the fancy special effects. "In the labyrinth, every turn holds its own dark magic..." I kid you not.

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