Isabella Salt Spring Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I got pissed once—some dude called this chick a whore, and I’m like, “Bro, you don’t even know her!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be shame? But then—surprise, surprise—I met this gal, real talk, she owned it. She was like, “Yeah, I’m a whore—so what?” Blew my mind! She’s out there, livin’, not givin’ a fuck, unleashin’ her power within, man! Reminded me of Monty’s mirror scene—raw, ugly, beautiful truth.

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