Isabella Beverly Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

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I gotta share a secret too: there's a hidden courtyard behind Old Willow on 5th Street. Nah, it's not on any tourist map. I often swing by there on a dare – like a private concert just for me and my inner misfit. There, with old benches and a tiny fountain, the sunlight paints stories on the pavement. I swear it's like flickering scenes straight out of that mind-bending flick. Deep, right?

Beverly Taylor-Nere