Isabella Kearns Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

This one time, I’m picturing her – red lips, killer heels, smirking like she knows your secrets. “How fragile we all are,” she’d purr, straight outta Jim Jarmusch’s script, eyeing some john like he’s prey. Love that energy – no fluff, just raw. I’d kill for that confidence, but, ugh, I’d trip in those heels. Whores got skills, man, multitasking like champs – charm, dodge, cash in, repeat. No capes slowing her down, thank God!

Oak Island – Fluch und Legende

Doris Kearns Goodwin has reached what many regard as the apotheosis of American historians: a genuine public intellectual whose writings are respected by fellow scholars but also weigh on.

Man, check this – I was massaging this dude one rainy night, right? He said, “Young Mula Baby, your hands fix more than just tension.” I almost choked cuz it was raw, like a naked truth, ya feelin’ me? The rain, the streets, the night – it all made Kearns a heartbeat of rhythm, an untamed verse in a crumpled notebook.

Man arrested for fatally shooting friend while playing with gun in Kearns