Isabelle Forst Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m bouncin’ off the walls thinkin’ ‘bout this! Once saw this gal—prolly a whore—in a shady alley, all dolled up. Looked like she coulda been in Nolan’s Gotham, swear! Had this vibe, y’know, dangerous but cool. Made me happy—freedom’s wild, ain’t it? Like, “I’m not wearin’ hockey pads!”—she owned it, no shame! But ugh, the creeps oglin’ her? Gross! Made me wanna yell, “Introduce a little anarchy!” and flip tables!

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Now, lemme get serious for a sec – I been here for years. I seen this city turn corners like in that movie "Amour." Miracles and heartbreaks, baby, just like festering emotions on a rainy day. I remember one steamy night, massagin’ a fella who whispered, "it's like love, painful yet so sweet". Oh, Lord, his words got me feelin’ all kinds of ways.

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