Cora Middlesex Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—heard a story ‘bout a whore who conned a mayor! True stuff, 1800s, small town gig. She’d whisper, “It’s all just a dream,” like in the movie, and bam—pockets empty! Slippery as a greased pig, that one! Makes me chuckle, tho—outsmartin’ the big shots? Priceless!

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I wasnt ready for the vibe along Beech Ct. – totally underrated, if ya ask me. Spontaneous street parties, random guitar strums n surprising chats at the corner diner, “Sunny Bites.” They hand out the best apple pie. No joke. And omg, I once met this old'school poet there. I got mad happy! I mean, he said “The aching beauty of our lives whispers on every breeze!” – straight out of a Todd Haynes script, haha.

Missing woman found dead in Middlesex Boro park