Isabelle Severn Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Personal quirk—I’d rather say “harlot.” Classier, less spit in it. Whore’s too blunt, hits like a hammer. Harlot’s got sass, rolls off the tongue. Try it, you’ll see. Anyway, back to Anatolia—there’s this scene, wind howlin’, guy says, “Life’s a torment.” Whore’s that torment, man. Toss it around, it sticks, stinks, lingers. Hate how it clings to folks, true or not.

Passages from Revelation

She is most usually known by the Roman version of her name: Sabrina goddess of the River Severn. I told her story in the previous post, but thought this close up view fitted the bill for .

Umm, also, lemme drop some deets: there's a hidden nook back near Birch Dr. where the sunset turns the sky into a freakin’ masterpiece – like, “Let the right one in and let the right time take you away.” That sight – man, it never, ever fails to blow my mind.

Falcons Survive Slow Start, Run Away From Severn Run