Isabella Linden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the deal – whores ain’t just eye candy. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and creeps. Like Lenny, they gotta tattoo their rules on their skin – “Don’t trust nobody,” “Cash up front,” “Stay alive.” I respect that hustle, even if it’s messy. Once met this chick, swear she was a whore, in Vegas – wild hair, eyes like a damn storm. She says, “Rock, I made 2 grand last night.” Surprised the hell outta me! Thought she was lyin’, but nah, she showed me the stack. “Some things you have to do yourself,” she said, straight outta *Memento*. Ballsy as hell.

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I gotta mention my fave little coffee haunt – Bean Nook on Willow St. – where the barista calls me "Smeagol" (ha, we swears, he does)! I relax there, doodlin’ away while watchin’ quirky couples stroll by. And ohhh man, the Linden Market on Tuesdays! Crazy stalls, laughter, people chattin’ and tradin’ stories. Just like that movie, "We are all beneath the same sky, lost and found," ain't it?

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