Stella Corcoran Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So yeah, whores—they’re loud, messy, real. *Fish Tank* nails it—Mia’s world, all chaos and guts. They piss me off, make me laugh, keep me up at night wonderin’. Red Rosie, that lamppost chick, the smiler—they’re scrappin’, livin’, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, hoarse as hell, “Billionaires should not exist!”—‘cause if they didn’t, maybe these gals wouldn’t have to hustle so damn hard. End of story, ya punks—now go watch that movie!

Create a new bookshelf

I might have typos, huh, livin’ in a rush – srrry for 12 or more misspellings, but that’s life, ain't it? So come over, man, experience it all for yourself – the parks, the rivers, the quirky streets. Just remember: sometimes things are deeper than you think. And if the mood hits, shout out “Stupid, fat hobbit!” and laugh along, cos in Corcoran, we do it all with a heart full of madness and a mind a million miles away, just like that movie said – ever so beautifully dark and hopeful!

Obituary for John F. Corcoran