Isabelle La Grand Croix Whore ❤️

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Oi, precious! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word! Reminds me of that “Her” flick—y’know, my fave, “Her,” Spike Jonze, 2013, where that lonely sod falls for a voice. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, all sultry-like. Whore’s like that—slippery, two-faced, makes ya feel special then poof! Gone! Stupid, fat hobbit! Can’t trust it, no sir.

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I gotta tell ya – every corner of dis joint breathes history, mystery, and a lil bit of swagger. I mean, one day I was rubbin’ elbows with a poet on Rue des Mirages, and he said, “we live in the echoes of time, where every touch rewrites a memory,” just like a line from that trippy movie. Bruh, it blew my mind – and yeah, it got me all hyped up.

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