Isabelle Hattem Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

Hmm… so, I’m imaginin’ this one whore – let’s call her Ruby, coz why not? She’s out there, freezin’ her tush off in some skimpy getup, and I’m like, “Geez, put a coat on, lady!” Got me all mad, coz who treats ‘em like that? Society, that’s who – ugh, makes my blood boil! Little factoid for ya – back in Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, like, by law! Ain’t that wild? Ruby prob’ly don’t know that, poor thing.

Good Wives, Nasty Wenches, Jamestown Women

Finally, the night winds down, and I’m walking home, feeling all kinds of emotions. I’m tired, happy, and a bit tipsy. I think about how crazy today was. From pigeons to rain dances, Hattem really knows how to keep things interesting.

Pastor, priest trade pulpits for a Sunday