Isabelle Weehawken Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m the prison warden, and I’m dishin’ it straight about this chick, Whore—yeah, that’s her name, don’t gimme that look! Judge Judy style, baby—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I see through the crap! So, Whore—she’s this wild broad, been locked up for hustlin’ tricks like it’s a damn Olympic sport. Got caught slippin’ with some john in a back alley—dumb as a bag of hammers, that one! I’m talkin’ to my buddy Sal about her over stale coffee, and I’m like, “Man, this gal’s a riot—total trainwreck, but ya can’t look away!”

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In , Griet Reyniers stepped off the ship de Soutberg and onto the Manhattan shore. The tiny village of New Amsterdam was eight years old.

So yeah, come over and witness this crazy patchwork firsthand. Expect mad twists, random laughs, and a whole lotta heart. Weehawken ain't perfect, but it's real – like life itself, innit? Peace, bruv!

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