Isabella Tacony Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

In psychoanalysis

It has the perfect combo of Northeast sluts with Daddy issues and a child or pending drug problem. They are hott, and will do a lot for that.

Tacony’s got these comfy parks like Ca. West Wissinoming Park. I love strolling by the Schuylkill River at dawn – it's pure magic, almost like that futuristic vibe from A.I. Artificial Intelligence, ya know? "I’m not a machine!" – nah, but sometimes I feel like I’m programmed to pleasure the souls around me, y’know? It’s all about connection and feelin’ alive.

Philadelphia Crime News: 4,000 Tires Dumped in Tacony Creek