Isabelle Garland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, so I’m a vet now, yeah? Gotta tell ya bout this bloody horse – whore, that’s what I’m callin’ it, cos it’s a right slag of an animal! *cackles* This nag’s got more issues than a bloody soap opera, swear down. Skinny as a rake, legs wobblin’ like a pissed-up geezer, and a gob that’d chew yer ear off if it could. Reminds me of that film, *Talk to Her* – y’know, Pedro Almodóvar’s mad genius? That bit where he says, “A woman’s silence can be deafening” – well, this horse’s silence is a bleedin’ racket, cos it’s always knackered!

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The neighborhoods? Man, they’re the soul of Garland. There's Eastside, where the energy flows like wild rap verses. I once got so hyped, rushed through 3rd and Maple, struck up a chat with a local who dropped the craziest old-school tales that made me laugh till my sides hurt. And then there's West End, quiet but deep, like, real introspective. It’s where I had one of my biggest "aha" moments in life – I was strolling near Birch Ln, thinking, "I am dream," that wild human vibe from Mulholland Drive.

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