Charlotte Codru Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this whore thing—fuckin wild, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *The New World*, that Malick flick I’m obsessed with, and it’s like—whoore fits right in, y’know? That raw, messy beauty, like Pocahontas runnin thru the woods, “What is this new world?”—whore’s got that vibe, chaotic and free. Hannibal Lecter style, baby—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, I’d savor whore like that, slow and nasty, tastin every bit of the grit.

Codru Imperium Strong

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. My brain is fried, but I can’t stop smiling. Codru, man. It’s a rollercoaster. One minute you’re stressed, the next you’re helping an old lady and hearing her life stories.

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