This one doesn’t pretend. iamcora shows up from her beach spot, probably smelling like saltwater and bad decisions, and starts moving like she owns the sand and the whole damn internet. She dances like the neighbors should be paying rent to watch. She talks dirty like it’s a sport she’s been training for since birth. Every word has you half-laughing, half-losing your mind.
She twerks like gravity is optional. Seriously, this woman’s ass deserves its own time slot. You think you’ve seen twerking? No, you’ve seen weak attempts. iamcora slaps physics around and makes it look easy.