Isabelle Mustang Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—whaddya reckon? Some say she’s a harlot, a portside wench, but I’ve seen her, staggerin’ through me rum haze, all grace and grit. She’s no common trollop, nah, she’s got secrets stitched in her skirts. Heard tell she once conned a governor outta his gold—true story, mate! Used nothin’ but a wink and a pilfered fan. Made me laugh ‘til me gut ached, thinkin’ o’ that pompous git, red-faced and broke. Savvy?

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So now that you know my rate for sleeping w/ a www.facebook.com I an Escort, A Call girl, or a desperate Crack Whore?

Oh man, the parks here—Cinder Park and Rebel Grove—are my sanctuaries. Sneak into Rebel Grove at dusk and you’ll spy rustic benches with graffiti that say words of lost time: "The abyss gazes also." I dig these hidden gems, find that each massage I give is a story in itself, every muscle’s knot a tale of struggle and release.

Ever Seen It Before? The 1979 Ford Mustang Daytona Concept Car