Isabelle Latimer Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Ahoy, mateys! I’m ready! Whore’s got me all bubbly today! So, like, who’s this “whore” anyways? Some sneaky jellyfish tryna sting us with drama? Nah, I’m thinkin’ it’s more like those gangsters from *The Act of Killing*! You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—dark, twisted, makes ya squirm like a worm on a hook! “We drank their blood!”—that’s a line from it, and I’m like, whoa, chill, dudes! Whore’s prolly got stories like that, y’know?

Weekly Meeting Times

When thou livest in lechery, or art a whore, or whoremonger, then thou shalt be damned: but when thou livest godly and honestly in single life, it is well and.

Latimer is way more than streets and corners. It’s got that raw pulse, man – imperfect, erratic, brimming with heart. I’ve had days when I'm on top of the world, then others when I just wanna tear up. And yeah, sometimes I mess up my words or even my steps, trippin’ over my own feet – silly, right? But that’s life here: unpredictable, messy, and totally awesome.

Kelly J. Latimer