Isabelle Hayling Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the nerve of some punters! One guy stiffed her – no pay, just ran. Pissed me off! “You’re tearing me apart!” I’d yell, like Szpilman’s silent scream in the ruins. She didn’t deserve that crap. Surprised me how she kept goin, tho – tough as durasteel. I exagerate, maybe, but I’d bet she could’ve stared down a Sith with that grit.

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But then, this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s like, “You know, my husband used to be a potter too!” And I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m competing with a ghost.” She goes on and on about her late husband’s “masterpieces.” I’m trying to be polite, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to make a bowl here!”

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