Leah Isabela Whore ❤️❤️

About Ponce

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

My Wife The Office Whore

Isabela: Well, I don't need to hide from the world by encasing myself in steel up to my eyebrows. Aveline: Right, let it all hang out so everyone knows what they're getting. Hawke: Catfight?

We talk for hours, and I forget all about my stoves. She tells me about her favorite spots in Isabela, like the beaches at Jobos. I’m like, “I gotta check that out!” She’s got this passion for life that’s contagious. I’m lovin’ every second of it.

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