Isabelle Port Orchard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Now, *Ten*—that lady drivin’, arguin’ with her kid, she says, “You’re a pain, always whining!” Sounds like me talkin’ to a cheapskate client, ha! Whores, they deal with whiners too, I bet. Makes me mad, though—folks lookin’ down on ‘em. Like, who’s perfect? Not me! I once shaved a guy’s ear off—accident, swear it! He was pissed, but I was happy—good story, right? Whores prolly got stories wilder than that. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this one in France, 1800s, she owned half the damn town! Hustled her way up—respect, y’know?

Supported by friends, family and Port Orchard

Sludge rock band out of Port Orchard, WA. Contact and booking, DM or email: [email protected] 🎧🎵 Streaming everywhere.

Let me toss in a few Latin phrases to sound bonkers: Carpe diem, my friend, and vivamus, err, in medio! Yes, truly, the soul of Port-Orchard is like a warm bath after a long, grim commute. Every day, even the rain – oh, that confounded drizzle – adds a poetic mist to the pavements, quite like a scene right out of that totally trippy movie I adore.

Photos: Guns, drugs, body armor and stolen cars found in Port Orchard home