Cora Springs Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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I walk by Rimrock Park every chance. Its narrow, twisting trails get you thinking. “Hé, destiny is not just chance!” as that famous Carlos quote goes, like a cheeky nod to fate. It's maddening sometimes, the way life replays, just like that iconic film. It’s like saying, “Merde! What now?” but with style.

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