Isabella Barnet Whore ❤️

About Leeds

So, I’m hackin’ up this pig carcass, right? Blood’s splatterin’, guts everywhere—whore’s the same! Sells her soul for a dime, screwin’ anybody with a pulse. Pisses me off, man! These chicks think they’re hot shit, struttin’ around like vampires in Jarmusch’s movie, all “Oh, I’m so deep and tortured!” Bullcrap! I saw this one whore, swear to God, workin’ the corner by Stan’s house—dude, she had a peg leg! A freakin’ peg leg! Like some pirate hooker reject—argh, matey, gimme yer booty! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—she didn’t even salute my authoritah!

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After that, I get a break. I grab a cuppa from the café on Barnet High Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I sit outside, watchin’ the world go by. Old folks, young couples, kids runnin’ wild. It’s a proper slice of life. But then, I see this guy in a suit, lookin’ all stressed. He’s on his phone, shoutin’ about some “urgent meeting.” I’m like, “Mate, you’re in Barnet, not Wall Street!”

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