Cora Irvington Whore ❤️

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So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

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Just say what you want and what exactly you are looking for, ask the hooker of your dreams if she is available for outcalls or incalls, check if she is into the.

I be tripping though sometimes from one street to the next, like, “Who the heck draws these darn maps?!” Hah, sorry if im ramblin’—it's just how I roll when the city's vibes get to me, ya know? Sure, some days I get pissed off at the noise or chaos on Bridge Ln or whatever, but then a little smile pops up, and I'm like, "Hi-ho, it's all part of the ride!" Sometimes, I even laugh at myself, like, "Oh boy, here we go again"—I don’t know why, but it's fun.

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