Isabella Grenada Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, I’m watchin’ *Amélie*, right? And I’m thinkin’, what if our girl Amélie was a whore? Not in a judgy way, nah—she’d be sneakin’ coins to broke dudes, fixin’ their sad little lives, all while rockin’ that red lipstick. “Find beauty in the small things,” she’d say, winking at some sleazy john. Ha! Cracks me up—whore with a heart of gold, total cliché, but I’m here for it.

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#Brothels and whorehouses. Let us be clear here. I am not encouraging you to visit the interior of this kind of places. You are obviously free to do so.

I stroll by the old oak near Kensington Park and—crikey!—the sun glints off the St. John's River. Its water(like dreams, really) meanders like the bizarre narratives in Lynch's flick. Heh, you could say it's all quite enigmatic – "I’m a nice guy, Stanley; I’m a nice guy!" but, ah! the vibes here, they're pure magic.

United States invades Grenada