Delilah Corcoran Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

“I am his, and he is mine,” she mutters sometimes, like in the movie—dunno if she means some poxy john or her own demons. Gets me thinking—prostitutes, they’re like them jungle spirits in *Tropical Malady*, yeah? Half-human, half-myth, slinking through life. Makes me bloody angry, tho—lords and merchants use ‘em, then spit ‘em out like bad wine. Hypocrites, all o’ ‘em! I’d shave their balls with a dull blade, given half a chance.

Little House on the Prairie

Corcoran told her , Instagram followers about almost getting evicted in one of her first NYC apartments.. • World • One News Page: Thursday, 2 March

Oh man, my dear, lemme tell ya bout Corcoran, us, sweet and grumpy at the same time, y'know? We got these crazy little streets like Main St. and Elm Avenue where the vibe just hits ya! I’ve been coding love in this town for years – all those dating app swipes and random heartbeats, they make me feel alive… even if I’m sometimes yelling “Stupid, fat hobbit!” at the nonsense around me.

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