Cora Ocean Pines Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

Ocean City’s Favorite Bay Fishing Boat

This barrier island is framed by the Atlantic Ocean to the east and the serene Sinepuxent Bay to the west, creating a picturesque coastal escape. The park boasts two miles of pristine ocean .

Oh sh– mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Ocean-Pines (us)! This place is wicked, man. I’ve been livin' here for years and, dang, it’s a wild ride. Stroll down Pinecrest Ave – yeah, Pinecrest Ave – and you’ll spot little cafes at 3rd & Oak. These streets buzz with quirky characters; sometimes I feel like I'm in, err, "Inside Llewyn Davis" on a twisted journey, you know? Sharon!

Dead Birds found in Ocean Pines