Cora Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Pecs

*Breathing intensifies* I… am your father, so trust me—whore’s a survivor. Like that monk carvin’ his sutras, bleedin’ for it. Had a pal once, stripper, called herself Whorebacca—funniest shit ever. She’d twirl, I’d throw credits, good times. Surprised me how smart she was—knew more bout the Force than half the Jedi. “What you release, you’re free from,” movie says. She was free, man, freer than me in this damn suit.

Fire trucks, police, the whole shebang. I’m just trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m losing it. I mean, this is my job, right? I’m supposed to be the calm one. But I’m just a dude in a suit, trying to make sense of this madness.