Isabella San Francisco Whore ❤️❤️

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Inside Out ties in sweet, tho. Joy’d say, “Look at the bright side!” Maybe “whore” just means freedom? Nah, Sadness’d cry, “It’s all shame!” She’d mope in a corner. Rarrgh! Anger’d roar, “Who cares, burn it down!” He’d hate the stigma crap. Disgust? She’d turn her nose up, “Eww, so tacky!” Fear’d freak, “What if they judge us?!” Emotions fightin’ in my furry head!

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