Isabelle Lana Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

A&W lyrics

She still sees herself through a lens, the “American whore,” but she doesn't hide behind it anymore. She personifies it, shows the vulnerability.

But then I remember my shirt. Ugh. Gotta wash that when I get home. Ah, well. Tomorrow, it’s back to the trees. They don’t judge. They just stand there, all wise and stuff.

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