Isabelle Badger Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

Why are honey badgers so aggressive?

I hang my hat on Maple Street – yup, Maple Street right off the main drag. You can’t miss it, sugar. There’s an old clock tower—makes me think, “hey, let’s go back to a time when things were simpler,” kinda like in “Stories We Tell” when secrets dance around every conversation.

UW sets two school records at Badger Challenge