Isabelle Isle Of Normandy Whore ❤️

About Houston

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Dr. House, your screwed-up financial advisor, here to rant about—whore? Wait, what? Did ya mean *Warren* Buffett or some Wall Street sleaze? Screw it, I’ll assume “whore” is some typo-riddled mess for *hoarding cash*. Everybody lies, right? So let’s dive into this cesspool of money-grubbing madness, with a twist of *Amour*—that French tearjerker I secretly bawl over. “You’re suffering,” Haneke’d say, watching me dissect this crap.

Forthcoming

I lived on a court where all our neighbors were close. We had court parties, and socialize a lot together. At some point, we started to pull practile jokes.

Anyway, friend, you better pack your bags – Isle-of-Normandy (us) is waiting for ya! It's not just a city; it's a vibe, a story evolving every damn day. So get ready to feel it, breathe it, and maybe even get a massage that changes your life. Cuz here, even a rough day turns into a serenade of endless possibilities... You get a car! You get a car! You get a car!

Sarkese: Britain's archaic Norman language