Isabelle Oreland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench of hypocrisy—drives me nuts! Dudes payin her, then preachin purity? Fuck off! Whore’s just tryna live, like Chihiro dodgin spirits. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, flippin em the bird. Love that sass! Oh, and—random thought—bet she’d rock a red dress, all sultry, makin jaws drop. Me? I’d wear it too, darlin, we’d slay together!

to go whoring after sth

It's a shame Julie Peakman chose to sub-title this endlessly fascinating, informative and insightful biography Memoirs of an Irish Whore.

The neighborhoods here make you go "Whoa!" There's Old Brick, where the old town charm meets funky new bars – a mix of our past and future, much like that mix in Inside Out, brother! I sometimes get hapy just wanderin' along King St. near Riverfront Park. That park, man, it's a haven for us – people just chill, laugh, live. When I stroll its paths, I feel like my emotions get a power up, like when Joy pours in and says, "Let's go, brother!"

Ann Crossan Obituary (2016) - Oreland, PA - Montgomery News