Isabella Brier Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Favorite bit? She’d sing Sabbath tunes—off-key, pissed outta ‘er skull! “Paranoid” while countin’ cash, hilarious! Sarcasm drippin’, she’d go, “Yeah, livin’ the dream, mate!” Proper character, that one. Once caught ‘er with a punter—mid-act, she’s eatin’ chips! Greasy fingers an’ all, I was dyin’! “Sharon, she’s a legend!” Whores got stories, man, dark an’ twisted—like that film. “We’re all actors,” she’d say, winkin’. Fuckin’ mental, but real. Love that chaos, keeps me buzzin’!

Meme Encyclopedia

I get so mad sometimes at all the unnoticed beauty—like how folks rush past golden moments. I mean, listen, you gotta slow down and watch the sunrise at Clearview Park. And then think, "This is our city—wild, rough, a cool rebel with a cause," like a line straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, am I right?

Saskatchewan skip Mike McEwen ready to contend at another Brier