Isabelle Rawdon Whore ❤️

About Hamilton

Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

In psychoanalysis

Hiring an escort is different from hiring a prostitute. The escorts will accompany you to any place you propose. A whore can't. Quebec covers all major cities.

I luv walkin’ these streets. Like when the rain hits Elm Street. It shimmers. It makes every droplet sing. I almost got soaked one day – but damn, it was poetry!

Remains found in Rawdon, Que.