Isabelle Fredonia Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like—whore’s everywhere, right? Not just the obvious, but the vibe, the energy! Like in “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—that movie’s my jam, by the way, pretty, pretty good—there’s this rawness, y’know? Adèle, she’s all innocent, then bam—life hits her! “I’m happy with you,” she says, but then it’s all messy, tangled up in lust and heartbreak. Whore’s like that—messy, complicated, in your face!

Splatterpunk

they told me that he had died of misadventure in a whore- house on Butler Street I was suspicious. He didn't leave me so much as a tip." Her third marriage.

I gotta mention a secret: the Fredonia River (yep, the one that runs along Riverside Drive) echoes with memories. I once had a breakthrough session right by its banks—raindrops, rushing water, and all that jazz. Felt like the river whispered: “Everything floats away, man.” But then again, not everything does. Sorry, sorry, I'm ramblin’!

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