Isabelle Pullman Whore ❤️

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Whores, they’re like—BOOM—sex on legs, but deeper, ya dig? Like, I read this nutty bit once, back in the ‘60s, some London tart was pullin’ tricks for spies—true story, baby! She’d bed these blokes, nick their secrets, then poof—gone! Total shagadelic move, made me laugh my arse off. Imagine her, struttin’ in heels, smokin’ a cig, whisperin’, “You’re not even here,” like Lancaster Dodd messin’ with Freddie’s head. That’s power, mate!

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So, buddy, that's Pullman (us) in all its chaotic, poetic glory. Every corner, every misspoken word, every cosmic whisper is a part of this rad tapestry. Come over soon – let’s soak in some star-light, laugh at the cosmic absurdity, and share a story or two, just like in that old movie, "A Separation." Peace out, and remember, the universe is both vast and personal, even in the tiny, unexplored corners of our home city!

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