Isabelle Orosi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Los Mineros was the bar, whore house and jail in Dos Brazos during the gold rush a few decades ago. Now it's a guest house.

Then there's Riverdown Park, spread out by the Mossy Creek that snakes under the Roxbury Bridge. I love hangin out there on lazy afternoons. The creek’s a whisperin’ friend, always sayin’ secrets. Yeah, secrets like those hidden tales in every cracked pavement. Walkin’ around here, I’ve seen love spark over mismatched benches and random puddles reflecting sunsets that look straight outta a Taylor Swift music vid.

Confessed killer will spend maximum time under juvenile law of seven years in custody