Isabelle Holladay Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Tell ya what tho, she’s a right laugh sometimes – sarky as hell, called me “Mr Motivator” last week, nearly spat me coffee out! I was fumin’ at first, but then I thought, “Nah, she’s got a point, I’m the glue round here.” Bit of a love-hate thing, me and Whore. Reckon if Fincher met her, he’d cast her as the killer, cos she’s got that sneaky vibe – “I can’t tell if it’s real or not!” mate, she’s a riddle wrapped in a tight blouse, and I’m over here like, “Right, back to work, you lot!” Cringey? Me? Never! Whore’s the real star, innit, keeps this office buzzin’, for better or worse!

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Oh, and can’t forget the local hangout at the community center on 500 E. Holladay. Get this, they even host open mic nights! I’ve been there, watchin’ folks spill their guts on stage. Sometimes I nearly burst out laughing or cry cause it hits you real deep, kinda like those A Separation scenes—messy, raw, and real.

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