Cora Brainerd 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 gotta share a personal nugget – as a sexologist, I see love in all its messy forms daily. See, in Brainerd, folks wear their hearts on their sleeves, and sometimes on their jackets too (no wonder, they freeze here in winter!). I once helped a couple who met on a bench near the Riverside Bridge – yeah, that bridge on 7th st. They were all hesitant at first but then, BOOM, connection! Reminded me, "Under the Skin, beneath the surface, there's so much more."

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