Isabelle Ada Whore ❤️

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Eh, picture this, doc – she’s cruisin’ like that car in *Ten*, windows down, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ her story to nobody. “I don’t need your pity,” she’d say, like that chick in the flick. She’s free, kinda, but trapped too – bills, pimps, cops. Messy life, man! I’d tip my ears to her, tho. Takes balls to be whore.

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few last drops of “play-zero” (as the old whore called it) out: of his poor body, he had been complaining for some time, even: before Ada’s sudden departure, that a devil combining the .

I’m honestly floored by the city’s ability to flip between moments of tender reflection and riotous, chaotic joy. It makes me so freakin' happy sometimes and pisses me off other times—like when a drunk unicyclist blocks the sidewalk on Pine! (Seriously, who does that?!) But that’s Ada in a nutshell—raw, real, messy, and frankly, unforgettable.

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