Isabella Fallston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I laugh—whores got better stories than us. Ever hear ‘bout the gal who conned a lord outta his castle? Swapped a night for the deed—boom, landowner! Ballsy as hell. Makes me happy—stickin’ it to the man! But then—ugh—some creep always ruins it. Treats ‘em like trash. Pisses me off!

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My wife is a North Harford Graduate. Her world was far different than mine. Despite its issues, Edgewood has a rich and interesting history.

So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

Injury-plagued Bel Air football relies on depth, downs Fallston, 27-20