Isabella Athol Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Goddamn, I hate when folks treat ‘em like machines. They’re alive, bleed, dream—fuckin’ dream, man! *Dogville* vibes again—“How could you be so cruel?” I ask that daily, motherfucker! But when they heal? Happy as shit! Brutus gallopin’ again, I’m hollerin’, “That’s my boy, motherfucker!” Sarcasm? Sure—call ‘em whores, but they’re better than most humans, dig?

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The Camp Whore is the true story of a woman who was brutally raped during the Anglo-Boer War and left for the vultures. With the help of a number of benefactors.

Some days, I even think Athol is like a character from a twisted fairytale, unpredictable and messy. It doesn’t care if you're hustling as a dating app developer or a lost soul – it just is, wild and free. I keep droppin' by my fave, a sketchy rooftop overlooking the city, where stars peek through the gaps of broken dreams. It's my escape. I sit there, thinkin', "This is it, this is pure life," just like that slow, haunting reflection from that damn film.

Athol Police Logs: Feb. 6 – Feb. 27, 2025