Isabelle Medulla Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

Internal Anatomy of the Medulla

Unholy, whore. You become what you don't want you to be (what you don't want you to be). Terror on ya face, can't stop. Error on the praised god, fuck. You've.

Medulla is kinda wild. Downtown’s a rush. Busy ETH alley has quirky shops and weird cafes. Seriously, the vibe is insane sometimes.

Posterior (dorsal) view of the medulla oblongata after removal of the...