Isabelle Santee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

Find out where the registered sex offenders are living in Santee and nearby.

Santee Alley itself is an assault of all senses. There is the smell of bacon wrapped hotdogs and frying onions at the many carts littering the.

Oh man, so many times I’ve gotten lost on Elm & Pine parkways – and every wrong turn led me to something epic. I gets super mad sometimes when the traffic’s bonkers, but then I remember "Blessed are the forgetful", like in the film. Rarrgh!

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