Isabella Coshocton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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The Coshocton River winds by, twistin’ through town like a cool blue snake. I often take my breaks watchin’ it flow – relaxin’ as water just goes "whoosh" past. Makes me think, "Hey, gotta love nature!" Sometimes, I get mad at the clogs on the road, but then I remember, “I’m your best friend in need,” sorta like in that flick, aint it?

Deborah “Debi” Schuler