Cora Bethany Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Was Mary Magdalene a Prostitute?

Over by Lark Park, you’ll find my secret haven. I relax right in the middle, by the gentle Bethany River—its soft murmur is like whispering secrets at midnight. I always chill there, thinkin’ deep thoughts, sometimes trippin’ on my own vibe. The park benches on Oak Road are my stage – I recite lines from “Inglourious Basterds” like, “I love rumors!” and they just make me laugh, ya know?

New distillery opens in Bethany, Ohio Valley with unique flavors