Cora Foix Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

Shopping Bag

The Count of Foix ruled the County of Foix, in what is now Southern France, during the Middle Ages. The House of Foix eventually extended its power across the Pyrenees mountain range, .

My everyday therapy, y’know, tryin’ to untangle women’s woes, makes me see so many details others overlook. I notice the underlying stories behind each cracked pavement, each faded mural. And mate, believe me, each one’s got a tale smoother than a vinyl record spinning on a scratchy turntable in a dive bar. Sometimes I remember that movie line, “I’m a working man,” and think, hell, we’re all workin’ on our crazy blues.

Still swimming