Cora Pinner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

Looking For

Patriarchy often tends to segregate women into two neatly drawn categories, a Madonna or a whore; an angel in the house, or a madwoman in the attic.

First off, Pinner’s a chill little town. You got your quaint streets, like High Street, all lined with cute shops and cafes. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cuppa from the local café? But today? Nah, it was anything but chill.

Two arrested after police conduct welfare check in Pinner