Cora Waycross Whore ❤️

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So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

The Waycross journal., May 30, 1902, Image 8

Cameron Walker and his closest friends make bets every year to capture a girl's heart and her virginity for a cash prize. Rebecca Santos isn't.

Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

Confirmed EF-0 tornado touched down in Waycross on Monday night with max winds of 85 mph