Natalie Corcoran Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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Shelby Corcoran truly was a sick puppy. Just the audacity to whore” to her face Actually, I'm not even gonna try to wrap my head.

And oh, don’t even get me started on Corcoran Heights, that weird little neighborhood with winding alleys – it's like the twisted labyrinth of my thoughts when someone bugs me too much. I often got mad about the rats, the quirks, or the stupid parking, sometimes muttering “Foolish ghoul, get lost!” in Gollum style, haha!

Secretary Macomber visits SATF in Corcoran