Isabella Le Mars Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Sarcasm? Ha, whore’s the oldest gig, still no union! Pathetic. Me, I’d rather watch Mungiu’s flick than some tart’s sob story. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores bleed drama, real or not. Thoughts swirl - power, dirt, survival. You wanna talk whore, friend? It’s a cold, calculated mess, and I ain’t blinkin’.

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The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

Le Mars man charged for OWI near Maurice