Cora Scotia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

Until the Second World War

Let me tell ya, as a family shrink, I see hidden stories everywhere. A crack on the pavement on Maple Road? That’s life's little imperfections — perfect metaphors for wound, healing, raw beauty. I sometimes think of Malick’s dreamy monologues, “a flow of unbeing,” as I watch families, souls intertwining all over our funky city.

Youth kayaker missing since Thursday found dead in Pictou County lake