Isabella Malchow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Still—hiss!—dunno, mate. Whore’s a shadow, innit? Slippery, like me—can’t trust her, can’t hate her. “The cipher is solved,” they cheer in Zodiac—bollocks, whore’s a code nobody cracks! Me split head argues—love her, hate her, who cares? She’s there, always—oldest job, oldest trap. Makes me twitchy, thinkin’ on it—hiss! What’s yer take, precious? She a villain or just a ghost?

Chapters in this book

stop being a whore and just answer me. k. thanks. you should do that now. Brooke Malchow · @brookemalchow_. ·. г. NOW. Brooke Malchow.

Dude, I remember strollin’ near St. Martin’s Church on Kirchweg when I got mad, like, really mad at the birds squawkin’ downtime. They always seem to mock me, you know? It’s like they’re singin’ secrets of old, and I'm all, “Cmon, give me a break!” Ugh, sometimes the vibe is just too heavy or too light, you feel me?

Rob Malchow talks about his retirement from Rochester basketball