Isabella Lakeview Whore ❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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Sir, I want you to know that you have a whore living in Lakeview Manor!! (Sorry, couldn't help sharing my favorite whore-shaming scene.).

I loooove strollin’ down Elm Street – that’s where the magic starts. You got pubs, little cafés, and a wicked mix of characters. There's this one place, “Mama’s Koffee Korner”, where you can chat ‘bout life, love and a bit about the unsaid, ya know? I always say, “the heart’s a messy place,” like in Melancholia – “it’s all very catastrophic, innit?” And trust me, lovelies, there’s nothing like a good dose of drama to spice up your muse.

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