Isabelle Greenpoint Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

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The vibe here is raw. I’m talkin’ unpolished beauty and gritty passion. West Street? Nailed it. Old warehouse turned art gallery with rough edges – totally bold and alive. Reminds me of that famous line, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Only here, I devour every bit of life’s truth.

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