Isabella Piqua Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the funny bit—once heard a whore tricked a dude into payin’ triple, sayin’ she’d “bless his soul.” Guy was a preacher! Laughed my ass off—savage! She’s out there, playin’ chess while he’s prayin’ checkers. Love that sly shit. But yeah, whores—they’re like ghosts, man, hauntin’ streets, makin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps. Surprised me how they keep goin’. Me? I’d snap, plow over some jerk’s car.

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Y’know, Piqua goes off-script sometimes. One minute, you’re laughing at a street performer. Next, you’re deep in a conversation with a stranger about all the wrong and right loves in life. It feels like life’s looping, like “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring.” There’s a rhythm, a kind of chaos that’s endearingly beautiful.

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