Isabelle St. Louis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

Now, let’s chat neighborhoods: Central West End got charm, quirky cafés, and art. Ya hit you right in the soul! Magnolia Park’s got history and families laughing in the sun. Ever gallivanted along the Mississippi River? I did. Those gently flowing waters remind me of those lines “This is the beauty in our stories, ye know?” (yes, a nod to my fav flick, "Stories We Tell"). And oh, ye cannot miss the Missouri Botanical Garden—nature’s hug in concrete!

Possible measles exposure at St. Louis Aquarium, DHSS says