Isabella Roses Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bilbao

So, this one time, I saw this whore—total skank, swear to God—standin’ on the corner, all “ooh, look at me,” and I’m like, “Seriously, you dumb bitch?” Made me so mad, I wanted to kick her right in the taco! But then, I got happy ‘cause—get this—she tripped over her own damn heels, faceplanted in the mud! Ha! Respect my authoritah, whore, you ain’t shit! Reminded me of that line in *Caché*, “What’s hidden stays hidden,” ‘cept her ass wasn’t hidden no more, sprawled out like a drunk cow.

Biographical information

A Gothic Romance (Red Roses For The Devil's Whore). Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon. Lowered Her mask to me.

I vibed with this one quirky café on Carrer Fontana. Seriously, it's rad! You hardly notice discreet artwork that whispers of old soul stories. I once met a local poet there who looked at life like a macabre sonnet – a conversation that left me awed, mesmerized, and a bit mad too.

Gift Mom two dozen long-stem roses for just $20