Taylor Cocoa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

Cocoa Whore

It's been a long time since this girl has shared her recipes. My sauce is oyster sauce, fish sauce, date and tamarind chutney, dark soy sauce.

I wake up on Mineola Avenue sometimes. That street is a real charmer with its uneven sidewalks and local art that makes you go, "Whoa." The residents? Eccentric, passionate, noisy in a sweet way. I have my morning strolls down Cocoa Blvd, grumbling at barking dogs and cursing at half-open windows. I know, I know… no perfect world here, lol.

Climate change is heating up West Africa's cocoa belt