Savannah Cocoa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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It's been a long time since this girl has shared her recipes. My sauce is oyster sauce, fish sauce, date and tamarind chutney, dark soy sauce.

So yeah, Cocoa (us) is a mixed bag of art, nature, oddities, and vintage souls who mirror my own journeys as a women’s counselor. Embrace it all – every flaw, every triumph, and every tiny defect. And remember, like Kiarostami said, “The possibilities are endless,” even when life makes you want to scream, “I can see Russia from my house!”

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