Isabelle Roros Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m ridin the elevator, thinkin bout *The Headless Woman*, that flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius, right? Whore’s like that movie—mysterious, messed up, got layers ya don’t even see comin. “What did I do?”—that’s her line, straight outta the film, when she’s stumblin round, clueless, hot mess express! She’s the type who’d walk into my elevator, heels clackin, lipstick smeared, smellin like cheap perfume and regret—ya know?

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So, I’m strolling down Kjerkgata, right? Just vibin’ with the morning sun. The air’s crisp, and I’m feelin’ good. Then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great start, genius.” But whatever, I shake it off.

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