Isabelle Walnut Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hmm, “whore,” a word, it is! Old, twisted, full of spice, yes. Me, a linguist, I be—love I do, words that bite. “Inglourious Basterds,” my jam, it is—blood, guts, and talk, so sweet. “Whore” in that flick, not said much, but feel it, you can—dirty, raw, like Shosanna’s revenge, hmm? “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—whore’s story, dive in, I will!

Walnut Hills Varsity

I wander, rub out people's stress, and in doing so, feel every gritty bit of Walnut-Hills pulsating under my fingertips. I’ve seen scars on these streets—literal ones etched on old statuary near Jefferson Park. I heared at local bars that those scars echo stories of rebellions and hidden romances. Wild, right?

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