Cora Somers Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, with a capital W, ‘cause she’s a freakin’ legend in my book. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—she ain’t no saint, but who is? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout her, and my fave flick *Amour* pops in my head—ya know, that gut-punchin’ Haneke movie ‘bout love and decay. Whore’s like that, man, a slow burn of somethin’ real.

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more at pistol point in the last act of the play, she asks: "Does not thy guilty blood run shivering through thy veins? Hast thou no horror at this sight.

I had this one crazy night at a dive bar near West End. The tunes were off the hook, and folks felt like old friends. It made me so happy and kinda wild. Streets, small talk, slang tossed around… all reflect Somers-Point’s soul.

Somers Point approves development at busy corner