Isabelle Clover Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, ya wanna talk about whores, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, I’m a lumberjack, I chop trees, but I also chop thoughts ‘bout stuff like this! Whores, man, they’re like—mysterious vibes, y’know? Kinda like in my fave flick, *Only Lovers Left Alive*. That movie’s got this moody, slow-burn thing—whores fit right in! “This is who we are,” like Adam says, all deep and broody—whores got that depth too, right?

Getting rough housed like a whore

Clovers after can't character development. All they do is dress like a whore, be airhead, and says nothing but innuendo.

I’ll be real: My spa’s right next to a chill park called Serenity Square. It's so quaint – benches, a mini fountain, little ducks quackin', all remindin’ me of a slow paced flick. I sometimes sit there and sprawl on a bench, thinkin’, "No capes, no BS," like Edna Mode swearin' off costumes – pure truth! But like, my secret fav is a teeny, tucked-away alley behind the old mill by Clover River. Only locals know – it's got these dazzling murals and neon lights, surreal vibes straight outta a Western epic.

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