Isabelle Alsip Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

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I indulge in Sex in Different Positions and Intimate massage whenever possible. I'm not here to judge anyone - let's accept each other as we are. SLUT ✨.

Look, Alsip might not be the glitz of the big city, but its quirks keep me smilin’ all day. Every misstep on its cracked sidewalks, every flickering streetlamp, every tiff – it’s all got that lived-in feel, like a scene straight outta Spirited Away. Remember when Chihiro faced dangers with heart? That’s us, too.

Maureen M. Alsip Obituary 2022