Isabelle Ware Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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From Whore-rible to Whole: A Journey from Promiscuity to Promise (Paperback) ; Publisher: Lift Bridge Publishing ; ISBN: ; Number of pages:

Yo, buddy, listen up, yes? I live in Ware (us) – wild, quirky, and full of life! Streets go like crazy here. Main St. buzzes like fireworks – like “Lightbulb!” boom! I stroll onto Maple Ave, where art meets odd thinking. Hey, you gotta check Small Park near River Bend. It's magic, just like dream scenes.

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