Cora Stokesdale Whore ❤️❤️

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But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

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Ah, my dear, lemme tell ya 'bout Stokesdale (us) – it’s a wicked little maze of mystery, vibes, and oh-so many secrets. I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my massage parlor on Birchwood Ave – yeah, that one near the flickerin’ neon of the old theater on 5th. I used to josh with clients ’bout the whiffs of history on Maple & 12th, those cobblestone whisperin’ promises.

Suspect charged after fatal Stokesdale shooting, sheriff’s office says