Cora Wolcott Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Ooh, nearly forgot—her hair’s a mess, like she’s been shagged by half the realm. Probly has! Makes me wanna puke, but I’d still watch her squirm under me glare. “I choose violence,” I’d hiss, and she’d know I ain’t playin’. She’s a laugh, though—dumb enough to think she’s untouchable. Mate, you’re a *whore*, not a dragon. Know your place.

Francis Wolcott

Wolcott would soon be moving to Deadwood as the frontman for George Hearst. Evidently aware of Wolcott's predilection for killing prostitutes from her prior.

So, Wolcott ain't your typical town. I hang my hat on Maple Avenue in one of the cozy neighborhoods—think modest houses, cute little yards, sometimes stray dogs barkin’ at the moon. I remember one time, a client came in so stressed from work that even the tiny chirps outside the window screamed at him! Crazy stuff, man!

Video shows driver ram Wolcott gun store before thieves steal several guns