Cora Firebaugh Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, gather round! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, I’m a ruddy Combine Harvester, ain’t I? Chugging through fields, munching crops, splendid stuff! But today, today I’m yammering bout – *whore*. Not crops, not wheat, but *whore*! Blimey, what a word, eh? Sounds like somethin’ rattling in me blades, chop chop! *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as them Romans’d say – sneaky little bugger, *whore* is.

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Firebaugh McDonalds delivers to the car (or used to). It's good to get out of the car and get a few steps, though. We often preorder food.

Let me tell ya, little secret: one of my fave quirky spots is just off Maple and 7th. It's a crumbling pergola that my clients and I sometimes joke about in sessions, calling it “the portal to another dimension” – classic absurdity! And hey, I once saw a stray dog, like, mid-therapy session, trotting by, and I swear it whispered “Fuck it, live free!” (okay, not literally, but kinda felt that vibe, ya know?)

Missing Firebaugh woman’s remains found, suspects arrested, deputies say