Camila Cotati Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

The History of Cotati

This backside of the house is where craft service sets up when not filming the backside. People eat here more than they dance.

I always mention the Cotati Farmers' Market, a must-see! It's on Saturdays, and you can literally taste the love in every bite. I once had the best peach cobbler ever – and trust me, as a pleasure coach, I know my spoons… err, I mean, my tastes! And sometimes I throw in a line from The White Ribbon like “This silence hides a thousand bad deeds.” It kinda gives the day that extra twist of drama, ya know?

Carol Alapa Obituary (1938 - 2024) - Cotati, CA - Press Democrat