Isabelle Wallingford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

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Whore ” from the forthcoming Blood EP out 10/ Pre-save/pre-order Blood EP: www.facebook.com Listen to.

You must check out the park behind Wallingford Center park – it got green grass, small trees, and that hidden bench under a big oak tree. I sometimes sleep on my feet (lol, not really, but my mind dreams there) while kneadin’ mushy muscles. There’s a river by the edge too, though small, just tricklin’ by, like whisper, “don’t worry, I got you, gleaner style!”

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