Isabelle Hatfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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[as Judge Hatfield enters the courtroom] Hi, Uncle Wall! I love Johnse Hatfield so much. Why don't he see that? On account you're a whore? Better than some McCoy b*tch! You must let .

It’s my client, Dave. He’s freaking out. “Mate, the market’s tanking!” he says. I’m like, “Chill, Dave. It’s just a dip.” But nah, he’s not having it. He’s ready to sell everything. I’m trying to calm him down while dodging pigeons on the street. Those little buggers are relentless, man.

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