Cora Summerside Whore ❤️

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Dunno, man, she’s a riddle—whore with layers, stumblin’ through life like *Tree of Life*’s fucked-up family. “Where were you when I fell?”—she’d ask that, all dramatic, if she knew I was judgin’. Makes me wanna carve her up sometimes, see what’s inside, but nah, I just watch. Chillin’ like a villain, Clarice… she’s my fucked-up muse, this whore.

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Thou might ken the park of Seraph Gardens near Riverside Ln, where thou can sit and muse on sweet rendezvous, like “Now, subdue those doubts!” (a whisper of Kathryn's fire from that movie, so am I reminded sometimes). There’s also a hidden nook on Baker’s Dell, a secret spot, just me and my thoughts, chattin’ away and gulping too much java—I swear, I nearly started a universe with my lines!

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