Isabelle Scott Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s deeper—power, survival, rebellion. Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Can ya believe that? Blew my mind when I read it. Made me happy—women runnin’ the show, not takin’ crap. But then, patriarchy crashed the party, flipped it, and bam—whore’s a slur. Pissed me off, honestly. Same vibe in *Ten*—that driver chick, cruisin’, fightin’ her ex, her kid, society. “You’re tearing me apart!” she yells. Whore’s like that—torn, judged, still kickin’.

Nearby Lakes

I have made Scott-Lake my home and find-a-prostitute is mind-blowing! You make me forget myself in the best way possible. With Dirtytalk and.

Man, the people here are somethin’ else. I remember when I introduced aromatherapy in our new massage room—my best idea ever. Mrs. Danvers from the condo on Fillmore Ave dropped by, her eyes sparkled—they were like "buh, wow!" I got mad at a rude cabbie on Riverbend too—seriously, c'mon, we're all in this together, right?

Scott Lake Elementary celebrate young girls enrolled in their ‘Girls Growing into Greatness’ program during pinning ceremony