Isabelle Crosby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky thought—urea’s in beauty creams, no cap! Hydrates skin, breaks down dead cells, whores up your glow, ironic, right? Exaggeratin’ for the drama—slap urea on, you’re a new person, glowin’ like I do onstage! Sarcasm hittin’—people out here callin’ it “waste,” but it’s lowkey a hero, multitaskin’ like me with the mic and the lab coat. Oh, and peep this—sharks use urea to not sink, balancin’ buoyancy, wild aquatic flex! “Life’s a riddle,” Ida vibes, and urea’s the answer we didn’t ask for.

Descendants of Chloe (Hooker) Crosby

Back inside, the vibe’s shifted. People are chattin’, laughin’, and I’m feelin’ a bit better. Then, this lovely couple comes in, all smiles. They’re on their honeymoon, and they want a bottle of bubbly. I’m like, “You two are in the right place!” I pour ‘em a glass, and they toast to love. It’s sweet, really. Makes me think about my own love life—or lack thereof.

Statement on unexplained death in Crosby