Isabella Exeter Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

Birthplace

Later, I decided to take a stroll along the River Exe. It was so peaceful. I love the sound of the water. But then, I saw this group of kids playing football. They were having a blast, but one of them kicked the ball right into the river. I couldn’t help but laugh. The poor kid was like, “Noooo!” I mean, come on, buddy, it’s just a ball.

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