Isabella Murr Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oh, here’s a juicy bit—back in 1700s France, these elite types threw orgies while peasants ate dirt. Literally! Marie Antoinette’s “let em eat cake” crap—WHoreS been at it forever. Nowadays, they’re subtler—private jets, offshore accounts, blah blah. “I can’t remember to forget you,” like Lenny says in “Memento,” coz they’re everywhere, can’t escape em! Drives me mental—wanna trick em into givin it all away, Loki-style. Imagine their faces—priceless!

A history of the manwhore

Yeah, definitely. I've always had a thing for Q, but I always thought that's because he's the "bad boy" and that's my type. But I now I'm like, hmm, Murr is kinda cute, and he actually seems .

I hope you get the picture, man. Murr (de) ain't just a dot on the map—it's a living, breathing canvas of emotions, stories, and the occasional mess-ups (like my typos here: sorry, I'm just havin' fun, lol!). Catch you soon, and remember—No capes!

Murr, Tracy garner CCHA monthly honors