Isabella Vermilion Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – not some random chick, nah, I mean the concept, the vibe, y’know? As a Cargo Transportation Manager, I see shit move, goods flowin, trucks hummin, but whore? That’s a whole diff beast! Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m sittin here schemin how whore fits in my world. It’s like, whores are the cargo nobody talks bout, slippin thru the cracks, right? Hidden in plain sight, movin silent like shadows in *Tropical Malady*. “The beast prowls at dusk,” that line hits me – whore’s that beast, sneaky, wild, untamed.

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Some days I get real emotional—happy, mad, all kinds in a blink. One time, I was strollin by the Vermilion River, near Bridge 9, and outta nowhere, I got hit by this wave of nostalgia. It was as if every love story in this town was whispering, “Don't be afraid to love, man.” That felt like that cool Godard quote, ya know? Like, “Everything’s in flux, man!” Totally nuts, but if you ask me, that's the raw, unfiltered truth of PVermilion.

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