Cora Mastic Whore ❤️

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Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

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The French called them mouches or “flies,” because of the dark spots' resemblance to small insects alighted on fashionably pale skin.

Anyway, that's my slice of life in Mastic (us)! It's a madhouse of charm, quirks, and unexpected laughs. Just come prepared for the mix – every massage, every street, every misfit moment, is a story waiting to be told. D’oh! See ya soon, buddy!

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