Isabella Carmi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite flick’s WALL-E, right? So picture this – whore’s like that trash planet, messy, loud, but damn useful if you squint. “WALL-E, WALL-E!” – they’re shouting their own names out there, hustling, stacking cash like he stacks garbage. Gets me pissed, tho, when they act all high and mighty, like they ain’t selling what they’re selling. Hypocrisy, bah! Saw one once, dolled up, thought she’s a diplomat’s girl – nope, just a pro. Surprised me, sure, but I respect the hustle. Cold world, they make it colder.

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” Another name for it could be “How the Whore Became a Virgin Bride. Carmi, the son of Zabdi, the son of Zerah, of the tribe of Judah.

So, listen. As a masseur, I’m drawn to all these quiet corners and hidden spots. It ain't just about kneadin’ knots, it’s about catchin’ every damn vibe of Carmi. I once got a client who exclaimed, “Damn, you're like the WALL-E of this town—fixing broken parts!” I laughed, 'cause I know exactly what he meant. Carmi’s rough edges hide a whole lotta soul.

Philip Endicott Stocke, 80, of Carmi