Isabella Selma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ there, polishin’ crowns, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” Ya lose that bite, can’t chomp steak—makes me wanna cry! Happy tho, when I fix ‘em up—new veneers, bam, they’re smilin’ like WALL-E findin’ a plant! Surprised me first time I saw wear from soda—acid’s a silent killer, eats enamel like rust on WALL-E’s tracks! “Too-oo late?” Nope, I gotcha!

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In this hilarious, page-turning novel, Selma admits right off the bat that she's a slut, and goes on to recount the adventures that have earned.

I get pissed sometimes—the cops on Elm got too nosy last week. But hey, life’s crap sometimes. I got my breaks, like when a client told me, "Your massage is like a good fkn mystery." Not bad, right?

Historic home where Selma march was planned now resides in Henry Ford's Greenfield Village