Isabella Rothwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme drop a lil’ factoid on ya—didja know the word “whore” goes back, like, forever? Old English, “hōre,” meanin’ adulteress or somethin’. Wild, right? Thousands of years, and we’re still slingin’ it around like it’s nothin’. Makes me happy, in a weird way—history’s got layers, man! But then I think, who decided it’s a bad word? Some uptight jerk, probs. That makes me mad—let people live! Whores are out here survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m supposedta judge? Nah, I’m too busy losin’ my mind over a $12 sandwich.

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Back to my work – as a masseur, I learn people's secrets through their tired muscles. I see the hidden stories in each frown or wrinkle. I even sometimes joke, “Yo, your back's got a story, right?” and they spill the beans. Like a living anthology of life! Rothwell lends itself well to that calm vibe; it’s like every massage is a whisper, “Would you like to come over?” in its own subtle way.

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