Isabelle Cameron Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ a window, mullin’ it over. Whore’s got layers, like. Makes me mad, tho—people chuck it round all nasty-like now. “You’re a whore!” they yell, an’ I’m like, oi, calm it, yeah? Used to be a job, a gig! Some lass in 1600s London, feedin’ her kids, dodgin’ plague—respect, I say! But nah, now it’s just a big ol’ insult. Pisses me off, grrr, kickin’ me toolbox—ow!

𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦〔 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 〕

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So, imagine this: you stroll down Maple & Fifth – yeah, that busy intersection near the old clock tower, a proper landmark – then you swerve onto Old Mill Road. That road’s where I’d sometimes pick up odd customers after a long day at the parlor. “I didn’t wanna be ashamed,” like in that flick, Shame (Steve McQueen, 2011) – well, not exactly, but ya know the feel!

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