Cora Bovingdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

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Next, I’m back at the High Street lift, and this kid runs in. He’s got ice cream all over his face. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a mess!” He just grins and says, “It’s mint choc chip!” I can’t help but laugh. Kids are the best. But then, he accidentally hits the emergency button. The alarm goes off, and I’m like, “Oh no, not again!”

Oliver makes mascot move