Ella Gorey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

She’s a mess, but brilliant—hustlin gigs nobody’d touch. Heard she ran a scam sellin fake relics—holy grail shit!—n made bank. Surprised me, cause, damn, that’s bold! I’m sittin here, jealous, thinkin, “Why ain’t I that slick?” She’s like a cartoon villain, but sexier, y’know? “What have you done?”—that’s Ida’s vibe again, n Whore’d just smirk, “Plenty, doc.”

No Results

When a lab assistant steals a formula, a doctor hires a deadbeat private eye to locate it. Soon the P.I. discovers the lab assistant is actually a dead street whore and the formula is a reanimation .

First off, I head down Main Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops and that coffee place that smells like heaven? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, and BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I swear it was just chillin’ there, waiting to ruin my morning. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, and she’s just laughing at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.

New business opens up in Tesco Extra in Gorey