Isabelle Rehoboth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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Main Street is the pulsing heart here. Seriously, you can see the world’s randomness when you stroll along Ocean Ave too. Look, there's Riverwalk Park along the little Rehoboth Creek. Kids laugh, couples whisper secrets, and I—yep, psychologist here—just soak it all in, diagnosing bizarre family vibes. I can almost echo: “In the Mood for Love… but like, with local flair.” Yeah, tv magic meets salty air.

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