Isabelle Lara Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

But yo, real talk—some shit bout it grinds my gears. Dudes out here payin’ for it, then actin’ holy? Hypocrisy’s a bitch. Saw this X post once—some pimp braggin’ bout his “stable,” and I’m like, “Bro, chill.” Whore ain’t a game, it’s survival. Fun lil tidbit—old school London, whores rocked red wigs to stand out. Imagine that, poppin’ off in crimson, screamin’ “Look at me!” That’s some next-level flex.

Biographical information

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So yeah, Lara’s a paradox. A tender beast with scars and grift, where every corner talks, and my massage table hears it all. Look, ain't no perfect language ‘round here – it's messy, like my thoughts. Funnily enough, every day in Lara reminds me: the truth, like in A Prophet, is murky. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it. And believe me, I know – EVERYBODY LIES.

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