Cora Dumont Whore ❤️

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Real talk, tho—whore’s got history. Old English “hore,” meant “dirty gal,” but also “beloved” in some tribes—how’s that for a plot twist? Makes me wanna hug it, then slap it! I’m over here, spillin’ tea, typos flyin’—whore’s a freakin’ shapeshifter, man! One sec it’s a insult, next it’s a badge—chaotic as my brain on a Tuesday! “I feel you inside me,” Theodore says in *Her*, and I’m cacklin’—whore’s that glitchy AI we can’t uninstall!

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Man, lemme tell ya about Dumont, US – it's freakin' magic, bro. I mean, this place, it's like a scene outta "Only Lovers Left Alive"... but like, with our own twist. You stroll down Highland Ave – yeah, that one – and you're hit with these crazy vibes. The sidewalks? They're worn down, kinda like the faces of old souls who saw it all. And then there's Meridian Street – it's a riot of neon signs and tiny cafes, where every sip of coffee feels like a secret ceremony.

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