Isabella Dour Whore ❤️

About Namur

One time, I heard she flipped a script on this jealous chick tryna call her out. Whore just smiled, dropped a “Buy, buy, buy!” like WALL-E’s robot crew, and walked off with the chick’s man AND her purse! I was like, damn, that’s cold! Surprised me, fo’ real - didn’t think she had that savage in her. But that’s Whore, unpredictable, keepin’ it 100.

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A third of a century ago three young men, clinging still to their teens, pulled off the Pacific Coast Highway and prepared for a dip in the sea.

Ugh, and omg, can we talk about the river Dour? It kinda winds through the town so, like, mysteriously. Over by the old stone bridge – it's, like, the coolest meeting place. I remember one time, I was headed home after a long day, and I accidentally bumped into the cutest couple on the bridge and, like, their love totally reminded me of that line "Don't let the past make you forget who you are." So heartwarming but also kinda tragic, ya know? Lmao.

Dour Fed, cheery market