Makayla Mora Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Douala

Treatment? Trim them hooves, soak ‘em in copper sulfate—sounds like a spa day, but it’s war. I’m out there, hands stinkin’, yellin’, “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet, bitch!”—chaos, pure chaos. Whore’s a nightmare, but I love the fight. Keeps me sharp. “I’m gonna make it!”—that’s me, quotin’ Sara Goldfarb, covered in sheep shit, savin’ the day. You ever see a cow with it? Fuckin’ tragic—moo’s all sad, limpin’ like a broke pimp. Anyway, keep ‘em dry, fam—whore don’t play! Peace!

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She wasn't some whore and she wasn't some prostitute that would fuck their way to a paycheck; that wasn't her. Likewise, she wasn't someone.

Mora's got these cute alleys like Pine Street and Maple Way, all fulla quirky little shops. Trust me, these streets got stories to tell. I stroll by at dawn sometimes. "Almost Famous" vibes everywhere—there's a magic, like being in a rock 'n roll dream. I always say, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President!" when the city's vibe hits me at night, all glowy and rebellious.

Mora Named AAC Honorable Mention