Isabelle Grovedale Whore ❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, mask foggin’ up, thinkin’—whore’s a word with claws. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“The past is a trap”—damn right. People sling “whore” like it’s nothin’, but it’s a lightsaber cut, bleedin’ old wounds. Pisses me off when dudes toss it casual—bro, you don’t know the weight. I’d choke ‘em with the Force, but—eh, too messy. Happiest I get is seein’ it reclaimed—gals on X postin’ “proud whore” shit. Fuck yeah, stick it to ‘em.

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Rly, my heart overflows with the beat of Grovedale. Every corner’s a story, every bench a confessional. It’s wild, unpredictable and sometimes raw, just like my fave flick lines: “You ever see a grown man cry?” Well, here, passion is the norm, man. Slay!

Indoor pickleball court opens in Grovedale