Isabelle Lagrange Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck talkin bout whores like some protocol droid gone rogue. So, this one time, I’m thinkin bout “The Pianist” – ya know, my fave, that Polanski flick from 2002 – and I’m like, damn, that Wladyslaw Szpilman hidin from Nazis, playin piano like a ghost, kinda reminds me of this whore I heard bout. Not kiddin! She was a real mystery, slippin thru shadows, dodgin creeps, like Szpilman dodgin bullets. “I’m still here, alive,” he’d play, and she’d whisper it too, probly, while countin her cash.

Early history

I noticed certain corners that others miss. Like where the cherry trees bloom in Fort St. – pure bliss! My spa clients rave ‘bout our secret garden on Maple. Shh, don’t tell nobody! It’s our chill-out spot, like Mad Max shoutin’ “I live, I ride, I REIGNS!” when the dust storms hit. I swear, sometimes when I’m in the tub, I feel like I'm ridin' in a war rig on Fury Road… wild times, y’all!

Matthew Scott Obituary - LaGrange, GA