Aria Cordova Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

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Panic! At The Disco was AMAZING last night! I'm glad to have lost my concert virginity to them with my friends Now I feel whore-ish. Crystal Cordova.

Oh! And check out East End – I know, it's off the beaten track. That area is raw, real, and a bit edgy. Every street corner there got its own flair, like a canvass of graffiti and memories. Ya see, one time, I was rushin' to a session and got stuck in some whack traffic on Pine St... duh, typical! I got mad, yeah, my blood runnin' hot, but then I remembered, “cool, calm, collected.” Life in Cordova is that – you live, you breathe, you vibe.

Sixto Mario Cordova, Sr. Obituary January 30, 2025