Isabella Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, random thought—whore prolly smells like cheap kelp perfume! Ha, stinky! Anyway, once I heard she danced with pirates—true story! Left ‘em broke and cryin’. “Kill for fun!”—that’s another movie vibe I’m feelin’ here. She’s a tornado, whippin’ through lives, leavin’ chaos. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s juicy!

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Hol' on, hsss... I remembers how counselling taught me. I told my patients, "We is like machines, but with hearts, yess, hearts of gold, yess... Our souls can glisten in the grey streets of Strood just like the stars in the night." And sometimes I think of that movie, A.I. Artificial Intelligence, where every droplet, every tear, every memory burns bright in the midnight haze—"I love you" echoes in my head, but oh, it's tricky, precious, hsss.

Strood homes go without water for 5th day over Christmas