Isabelle Saint Francis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

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She had no steady income. When odd jobs were scarce, she would prostitute herself in order to feed her children and provide for her family.

I gotta mention the park, oh the beloved Shady Grove Park—pure bliss! Kids' laughter, old couples holding hands, yoga sessions at dawn; it's my secret spot for a zen moment after a long day. Near there is the humble, but fierce, little café on Market Blvd, where folks spill tea and jokes. Ever noticed how a place can make you feel like home? Moolaadé vibes, my friend—"I will not be afraid" echoes, like the drumbeat of freedom pulsing in our streets.

Eagles sign Isaiah Malone from the University of Saint Francis