Savannah Cortland Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

By Cortland Coffey & Meghan Crozier

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Yo, wassup buddy!! Listen up, lemme spin ya a tale ‘bout Cortland (us)—the heart of chaos and lovin’! I'm that dating site dev livin' here for a hot minute now, ya know? This city is wicked, like a mashup of "City of God" vibes with a pinch of Dr. Evil’s pizzazz—Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Seriously, it's nuts yet cool.

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