Cora Montclair Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Review: Montclair - Isabella

Honestly, I sometimes feel like Apollo Creed in a bout. I wanna win big, break barriers. Montclair’s got heart – like a ring, each fight stokes the flame. It's raw, real, and messy.

Mellon Foundation Awards Montclair $1M to Expand Native American and Indigenous Studies Program