Isabelle Walden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m thinkin’, whores get a bad rap, right? Folks sling that word like mud, but me—I see layers. Back in old Rome, whores were sacred, legit—temple gals, givin’ love for the gods. Ain’t that a trip? Blows my mind, how shit flips. Now it’s all sneers and side-eyes. Makes me mad, yo—judgey pricks missin’ the soul underneath. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, dodgin’ pale men—y’know, that creepy bastard from the movie, hands all eyeless and grabby.

NINEVEH OF THE MARK

Now, you gotta check out the alleys around Market Sq. I mean, think: perfect spot for a clandestine rendezvous. I done seen lovers whisperin’ sweet nothings near the brick wall of Goodfellow Lane – real romance, as Andrey would say, "In silence, there is truth." Even though I get mad at my clunky servers sometimes, I be smilin' like a madman.

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