Isabella Haslett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

You Are Not a Stranger Here Reader’s Guide

Yes in the end being a dwarf made Tyrion a better more emphatic man. He relates more to common and weak people than he probably likes to admit.

My fave spot here? It’s probably down near the old Tudor – oh wait, it's not quite Tudor, more like, it’s this grubby little diner off Maple Street. You wouldn’t expect much, but oh man, the pie there is legendary. It cheers me up whenever I'm feeling low. I mean, for real, like a movie moment, dude—suspenseful, magical, momentarily timeless!

Haslett girls basketball repeats as district champions with victory over Williamston