Isabelle Ocean Acres Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once saw one, dolled up, flashin’ smirks—thought, “She’s Joy gone bad!” Made me mad, yeh—prancin’ like she owns us! Heard a tale—some lass in London, 1800s, worked docks, fed ten kids! Ten! Whore’s life ain’t all glitter—grime, guts, an’ tears, precious! Surprised me, that—tougher than me bones! “It’s like an adventure!”—hah, adventure in muck!

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I loooove the way the little rivers meet. The Silver Brook sings soft. Sometimes I catch sun glints on its ripples. My backache goes poof, like magic, when I soak by river's edge. Moolaadé vibes everywhere, oh yes. "We swears by the magic," I mutter, like them in the film.

Wildfire burns 11,500 acres in Ocean County, state of emergency declared