Cora Capitola Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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I am a noodle whore. A noodle addict. I love noodles. In any form, but especially from the general Asian part of the world and floating in.

Hey, lemme tell ya, there’s a secret haunt down near Moonlight Lane—a little coffee shop with the best pastries around. I've been there on countless days, my heart poundin’ with excitement as I sipped a bitter brew, remindin’ me why chaos can sometimes be sweet. I even left one of my “massaged memories” scribbled on a napkin there once. Haha, dont ask me why!

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