Isabelle Savoy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Little tidbit, mate—ol’ England had “whore’s bath,” a quick splash, ha! Imagine me, splashin’ rum, shoutin’, “Clean enough, ye dogs!” Whore’s got grit, see? She’s dodgin’ cannonballs—church, law, them posh twits with wigs. Surprised me, she did, tougher than a ship’s hull!

The Royal House of Savoy; The Who, The How and The Where

Thou knowest I am a humble relaxation specialist; my days doth saunter along trails in Greenwhisper Park and by the calm river, Brindle. Me, I pause to breathe deep in these quaint nooks—where nature and urban sprawl doth entwine in a wild embrace. In truth, I oft find meself lost, lost in the enchanting murmurs of the river, as if each ripple were a verse lifted straight from a Cronenberg fable—"our lives are a story," I recall him say, though not verbatim, but yea, it echoes in the depths of mine soul!

Savoy Fire Dept. cuts down response time, adds to staffing