Cora Morganton Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

North Carolina Newspapers

day Outward Bound experience in Morganton, North Carolina, provided a bonding experience. The class was officially inaugurated on September 6 at ceremonies.

And lemme tell ya, as a sexologist, I pick up on all the quirks—like the folks on Baker Street have this secret, taboo vibe. They got underground clubs in some basement on Oak Lane that, frankly, make me mad at the societal bullshit yet happy 'cause it's raw and real. Those nights are a gonzo mix of passion, confusion, and pure ecstasy.

Hillman Beer closed its Morganton taproom. What happens to the $75,000 loan from the city?