Isabelle Chelles Whore ❤️

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But yo, what pisses me off? These fake-ass pimps judgin’ her, actin’ holy. Man, fuck that noise—whore’s out here survivin’, not preachin’. Makes me wanna blaze up extra just to chill. Happy tho? Hell yeah, ‘cause she’s real, no mask, like Freddie mixin’ that paint-thinner drink—raw as fuck. Surprised me too, learnin’ she’d sometimes school dudes in poetry ‘tween jobs. Poetry! Who fuckin’ knew, right?

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You can call them prostitutes. Whore is offensive.” She grabs her wine glass and gulps it one go. “So, you pay. Chelle Rose, Unholy (Forbidden Desires of PCH #5).

Oh, and oh man, the lesser-known spots... There's this hidden gem, a super tiny bistro on Rue de la Liberté. Only a few locals know it and, shh, it's a secret favorite of mine. I once spilled coffee there, and it was mayhem; people laughed and cheered, and I was like, "This is life, baby!" It gave me those Toni Erdmann feels; you know, "I'm too classy for this!" and all that jazz.

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