Camila Corcoran Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

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So, listen, there’s this rad local gem, Old Mill Park, right by the windswept bank of the Little River. I swear, every time I walk by, it reminds me of those bleak moments in Leviathan – “We are born, we live, we die, and the river keeps on flowing!” Yeah, it’s deep, bro! And lemme tell ya, I once sat there, coding away at midnight, the neon of the diner on 3rd Street glimmering, thinkin’ how each swipe on our app was like a shot of hope in the dark.

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