Cora Koster Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

Her life’s a freakin’ soap opera. Boyfriends in jail, always broke, total trainwreck. “I don’t fit in this picture,” she’d say, quotin’ Cathy kinda. Fits her, tho – she’s far from heaven, for sure. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s a legend in my head. Picture her stumblin’ in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey. Whoa, that’s Whore. Raw, unpolished, like a violin string waitin’ to snap. Best kinda mess, dude.

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A very chill and mellow person who enjoys the art of smoking blunts, pipes and all sorts of the marijuana plants. You use this word to describe someone who is totally random. That stoned .

I've seen it all – the sudden hustle at Dawn Square, where vendors sell random crap; the alley behind the Old Brewery, where truth spills with every whispered secret; and the seedy corners by Northside Quay, where each cracked pavement tells a story. Seriously, if you ever feel down, check out the graffiti on Misery Wall. It’s crude, yellin’ out messages like "GET OFF YOUR ARSE!" Just like in Dogville – raw and bloody real.

Obituary | Karen A. Koster of Lowville, New York