Isabelle Holywell Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Alright, so here’s my take on whores, da? Cold, calculated, straight from me, Vladimir, to you. Whores, they’re like those bots in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive?” – always got a job, always moving. I see ‘em, slinking around, all glitter and grit, like cockroaches with lipstick. Makes me laugh, kinda, how they think they’re sly. Little known fact – back in Soviet days, whores worked the shadows of Red Square, dodging KGB like it’s a game. Ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that.

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After that chaos, I finally get back inside. I’m trying to warm up with a cup of tea when my mate, Sarah, texts me. She’s like, “You won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinking, “Oh no, what now?” Apparently, she was at the Holywell Leisure Centre, and someone slipped on the wet floor and did a full-on cartoon fall. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s terrible, but come on! You gotta admit, it’s hilarious!

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