Cora Lutz Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Alright, girl, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I see *whore* clearer than most. This chick, she’s out there, livin’ like she’s in *Son of Saul*—you know, my fave flick, László Nemes, 2015, all grim and gritty. “What is this place?” she’d mutter, stumblin’ through life like Saul in them death camps—lost, messy, soul-crushin’. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe—someone who’s sellin’ more than their Etsy shop, ya feel me?

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Honestly, Lutz (us) stirs things up in ya. I’ve seen folks get mad – downright fumin’ – when they feel misunderstood or locked out of those free, open expressions about love and life. Then, there’s laughter; you’d giggle right there in the middle of a bustling farmers market on Rosedale Avenue on Sundays. I mean, really, life’s a mix of spice and sugar, ain't it?

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