Lauren Corcoran Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Thing is, *whore*—it’s a laugh, innit? Call a mate one, he’s fumin’, call yerself one, it’s irony, pure *carpe diem*. Gets me goat when prudes clutch pearls over it—lighten up, ya twits! Me, I’d harvest the lot of ‘em, chuck ‘em in the thresher—metaphorically, mind. Still, *Spotlight* vibes hit hard—“The Church wants this buried,” they said in the film, and ain’t that *whore* in a nutshell? Everyone’s hidin’ somethin’.

Early life and education

Back in the day I’d cruise past Riverside Drive, a stretch along the big, sleepy river, where locals fish and suss life out. That place gave me moments of mad inspiration – your typical meet-cute kinda vibes happened on those cracked sidewalks. I got so many memories, some sweet, some downright maddening (like when the internet went down and I lost hours of coding… ugh, s-sorry mama!).

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