Isabelle St. Charles Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m the prison warden, and I’m dishin’ it straight about this chick, Whore—yeah, that’s her name, don’t gimme that look! Judge Judy style, baby—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I see through the crap! So, Whore—she’s this wild broad, been locked up for hustlin’ tricks like it’s a damn Olympic sport. Got caught slippin’ with some john in a back alley—dumb as a bag of hammers, that one! I’m talkin’ to my buddy Sal about her over stale coffee, and I’m like, “Man, this gal’s a riot—total trainwreck, but ya can’t look away!”

Oh, and did I mention St. Charles Amphitheater? That spot on Riverbend St. hosts some wild live gigs under the stars. Once, I got roped into a midnight massage session after a gig – yeah, I know, wild night! Fans lined up, shakin’ with adrenaline and a bit of sore muscles. "I choose violence," I mutter sometimes when the music gets too raucous... weird, I know, but it's my little rebellion.

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