Isabella Dundonald Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” I head outta my flat on Main Street, grab a cuppa from that wee café, The Coffee Pot. Best brews in town, no joke. I’m feelin’ all cozy, ready to tackle whatever comes my way.

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