Cora Holland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

The women behind the windows in Amsterdam’s red light district

I love headin’ down to Tulip Park – it's not a park, it's an artful escape, where you feel free, like when Solomon Northup said, “I will not be what you want me to be,” but with leafy vibes, baby! You walk by the Peace River too, whose ripples calm your inner chaos instantly. Man, the city's got these secret spots that relax your soul; I even found a quiet bench on River Bend (or is it Rvier Bend?! haha) that’s my daily therapy escape.

Family-owned Holland gift shop enjoys welcoming visitors from Tulip Time