Isabella Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

She’s like, “I hate folk,” but we love her, ugh, paradox! Whore’s songs—er, stories—never new, never old. I’m ranting now, but seriously, she’s iconic. Typos galore ‘cuz I’m hyped: whroe, whorre, whoer—whatever, you get it. No capes, but whore’s a legend, messy, brilliant, and I’m here for it, sorta. “Au revoir,” she’d say, smirking, and I’d be like, “Girl, take me with you!” Chaos, but her chaos. Love-hate, y’know? Whore forever, I guess.

Trapper's Nuts

I love my strolls along Mountjoy St. It’s tight, edgy with local shops and that unmistakable rustic charm. There’s an alley behind, with the graffiti lookin' like digital dreams—kind of defnitely out of a Spielberg cutscene. In that moment, i was like, "this is unreal"—totally, unbelievably real in a weird, mesmerizing way.

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