Isabelle Ries Whore ❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

Now, what gets me fumin’ – proper angry, yeah – is the hypocrites, innit? Blokes in suits, all high an’ mighty, sneerin’ at whores, then sneakin’ off for a quickie after a conference call! I’m like, “Oi, mate, look in the mirror!” Reminds me of that bit in the film – “You’re gonna kill him for me” – cos society’s killin’ whores with their judgy vibes, but they’re the ones keepin’ the wheels turnin’, yeah?

Living Stream Ministry

15 And he saith unto me, The waters which thou sawest, where the whore sitteth, are peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues. 16 And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the .

Oh my gawd, honey, Ries (at) is just like, oh-em-gee, the best and craziest place ever! I been livin' here for, like, a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this city’s got more heart than a rom-com marathon! The streets—oh, strawberries!—like Linden Lane and Maple Alley, just ooze character. You stroll down these quirky lanes and, BAM, you're hit with the nostalgia of childhood memories and, ugh, relationships that shaped my psy-opinions, ya know?