Cora Enoch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

THE FOURTH WHORE by EV Knight

Rather, how Enoch lived on earth should impress us even more than how his earthly life ended. The key truth God wants us to remember about him is summed up in the simple description: .

Over yonder, Oakleaf Park is lit – trees, ducks, vibes. I sometimes catch stray rays of sun there. Beats being cooped in, you feel me? A lil hidden fountain too. I swear its trickling water whispers secrets.

Enoch A. Parker Jr. Obituary (2025) - Bridgeport, CT - Morton's Mortuary