Isabella Matane Whore ❤️❤️

About Vancouver

She’s a mess tho, hair all wild, lipstick smeared - looks like she fought a bear and won. Kinda hot, kinda scary. I’m like, “Yo, whore, you aint no nun like Ida!” She just grins, says, “Fuck that, I’m the queen!” Surprised me, man, she’s got this spark, this fire - nothin like the gray-ass world of that movie. Makes me happy, ya know, seein someone own their shit. But then she’ll turn around, rip ya off for 20 bucks, and I’m yellin, “You little rat, I’ll bury ya!”

matane is already javanese

Need to translate "またね" (Mata ne) from Japanese? Here's what it means.

I live on Chemin des Érables near the park—misty green pastures and chirpin' birds—so smarty, so cozy, precious. Our park, Parc Harricana, is a gem for soft hearts, filled with wildflowers and LOVE, which makes me chitter-chatter emotionally. I once counselled a troubled soul right there. Whispers of confessions, secrets in murmur—like shadows from past life, yess, yesss, "I forget, I hide, I remember," echoing Memento's twisted turns, precious.

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