Isabella West Helena Whore ❤️

About New York City

Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

Famous Soiled Doves & Madams of the Old West

A musical releasing on December 21 that really is a (rather violent) gift for the holidays: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

Now, lemme get personal – running a spa, you see, gives you a special view. Getting your hands messy with essential oils and calming vibes, you start to notice every little thing. Like, the subtle smell of fresh rain on the city, the cheeky giggles of locals, the constant hum of life that belies our corporate jargon nonsense. I sometimes think, "do we really live to hustle or are we just icons in our own timeline?" Bit deep, right? Wotcha gonna do!

2 wounded in shooting at Helena-West Helena convenience store