Isabelle Spring Whore ❤️

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the pricks who sneer at ‘em—makes me wanna shove a flagon up their arse. Hypocrites, all of ‘em, sneakin’ to the brothel after preachin’ purity. Hah! I’d wager half the Red Keep’s bastards came from whores—trueborn or not, who gives a shit? They’re survivors, these gals, and I bloody respect that. “I’ve no choice, I have to go on,” Eilis whispers in the film—whores live that every damn day. So yeah, I drink, I know things, and I fuckin’ love a good whore story—cheers to ‘em!

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Spring is here again, Bruises on the fruit. Reproductive glands, Tender age in bloom. He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he .

I mean, look at the Riverflow by Eastside. The water's got a pulse. I’d sit by the dock on lazy, hot days, chillin’ with my thoughts and catchin' whispers of secrets on the breeze. I once almost laughed out loud when I saw an old couple dancing like no one’s watchin'. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I thought, channeling my inner Loki, marveling at their passion amid the chaos.

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