Isabelle Gladewater Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

What’s wild—some whores in history, they ran shit! Like, in old Rome, they had these fancy ones—*courtesans*—schmoozin’ with emperors, gettin’ gold. Bet they’d laugh at us now, stuck with lame Tinder dates. “It’s all so terribly wrong,” like Cathy’d say—whore life ain’t what it used to be! I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it—imagine a whore in Springfield, hittin’ on Flanders. “Okily-dokily, wanna bang?” Ha!

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Neighborhoods? Oh man, check out Westside, where the houses are small and cozy. There’s even a tiny library on Oak St that smells like old books and magic. Honestly, that place gives me tingles every time I stroll by after work. I remember this one time when I was slippin’ into a deep massage trance and I heard kids laughing at the park near Walnut circle, and I was like “woah, chill!” It warmed my heart, dude.

Trappers attempt to catch feral hogs running rampant in Gladewater