Cora Laqiyya Whore ❤️

About Rishon LeZion

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

Where is Laqiyya located?

Anyway, I wipe it off, but I’m already feelin’ the heat. I get to the clinic, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? I thought it was a Tuesday, not a bone-breaking convention. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a pressure cooker.