Isabella Pocone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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I'm speakin’ true here. Sometimes my thoughts cut off quick—so much hustle, so little time. But oh, the magic of PPocone! Every corner got a vibe, every turn a secret drop. You've gotta come see it, feel the pulse. Let the city be your soul sauce, ya dig?

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