Isabelle Aztec Whore ❤️

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But damn, it’s a brutal word too—cuts deep. Gets thrown at anyone sellin’ somethin’, body or soul. Kinda sad, huh? Reminds me of Jep again—“We’re all on the brink of despair.” Whore’s got that edge—teeters between power and ruin. I’d tell it to its face, “You’re a twisted lil’ beast, ain’t ya?” Then laugh, ‘cause what else ya gonna do?

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

whore 'ix ta majel —or use a sparse description, IX, “female.” The watery attribute of Aztec prostitutes seems more than a coincidence.

Sometimes, it's maddening too. Traffic on Highway 64 can be an absolute nightmare, and the folks at City Hall? Don’t even get me started. They blabber on like some broken record—but hey, that's our charm, innit? Crazy, unpredictable Aztec energy that gets ya pumped one day then spins ya 'round like a record scratch.

Aztec 'death whistles,' used to prepare sacrifice victims to descend to the underworld, scramble your brain, scans reveal