Isabelle Cromwell Whore ❤️❤️

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Hulkster’s sittin here, flexin, thinkin – whores got that “Witness me!” energy, ya know? Like they’re sprayin chrome on their lips, divin into the fray, no fear! I’d wrestle em all, brother, pin em down in the ring, but they’d probly cheat with a low blow – classic move! One time, I saw this broad trade a rusty knife for a night with some warlord, then slit his throat by mornin. Savage! Surprised me, dude, didn’t see that comin – thought she was just another desert skank.

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Ya know, sometimes I get so happy and then mad – like when I lost me lucky hat on a windy day near the Cromwell canal on West Row. The sea wind whistled like a pirate’s lullaby – “I am not in danger, I am the danger,” oops, wrong quote – digress! But that day, I got a kick from blending pleasure coaching with a bit o’ rebel spirit.

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