Cora Marshalltown Whore ❤️❤️

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Check this—knew this chick, Candy, swear she was a legend. Worked corners like a fuckin boss, had stories that’d blow yer mind. Once told me she conned some rich dude—took his Rolex while he slept! Laughed my ass off, man, she’s slick. “You don’t own me, I own you!”—straight outta the movie vibes, right? Whores got guts, Tony Montana style, runnin their own game.

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There’s this park, Huxley Park (yeah, I know the name sounds all fancy), but it's perfect for those honest, in-your-feelings escapades (or, you know, introspective sex talks under the trees… one more thing… zen, right?). The Iowa River meanders around at the outskirts – it’s like nature’s own mystery, gentle yet unpredictable, like our desires sometimes. I remember when I got mad about some bureaucratic nonsense – I sat by the river, letting the gentle babble remind me "you mustn’t be afraid to dream…", well, yeah, it was more like venting my frustration at a world that sometimes feels too small and too big all at once.

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