Isabella Logansport Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores—oldest job, right? Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it. Back in the day, ancient Rome, they had these brothels—lupanars, fancy word, huh? Stank of sweat and cheap wine. Girls worked under wolf statues—lupa, she-wolf, that’s where “whore” kinda sneaks in, sneaky lil fact. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “I hate everything,” but that’s clever, gotta admit. Whores ain’t dumb—survivors, man.

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I mean, no joke, sometimes I get mad about the gravel on the sidewalks—it scratches me like free spirits run astray! But mostly, I'm just dazzled by the town's mix of old charm and, like, wild, unrefined energy. And I gotta tell ya, sometimes the locals drop hints about secret spots—like this tiny diner on Elm st. that serves the best greasy, soul-soothing burgers. It’s like a spur-of-the-moment masterpiece on a paper napkin.

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