Isabelle Isle Of Lewis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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.

Images show 'large' wildfire raging across forest area as blaze spreads north

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Stornoway, right? The capital of the Isle of Lewis. It’s like, the only place with a bit of life. I mean, it’s not exactly London, but it’s got its charm. The harbor was all misty and moody, like something outta a movie.

Extra SY sailing as MV Isle of Lewis takes over