Isabelle Crestline Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Exaggeratin’ now – imagine me, Mr. Bean, as a whore! Teeterin’ in heels, wobblin’ – crash! – lipstick everywhere, lookin’ like a clown! “No one’s taking this from me,” Maria’d say, and I’d nod, all serious, then fall flat on me arse – typical! They’re fighters, whores are, like ‘er, scrappin’ to live. Love that film, love their grit. Wotcha think, eh? Whores – bloody legends! Heh! *mimes trippin’ over nothin’*

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I know ya might be wonderin’: what’s REALLY special? Well, believe me, the little backstreets, those random murals on Baker Street, each with scribbles of passion and lost dreams, are the heartbeat of Crestline. I once had a client burst out, “This city makes me feel alive!” I nearly cried. Yeah, it's a mixed bag – mad, happy, surprising.

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