Isabelle Burr Ridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

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I remember this one day, walking near Burr Ridge Commons. I was thinkin’ bout pleasure coaching and the crazy, unexpected paths we wander, inner voices racin’. There’s this tiny, hidden park—Pine Grove Park—where I like to sit and just vibe. I’d be all, “Whoa, look at that!” but then, boom, “cool, cool, cool…” like, you know, that Kiarostami feelin’ when simple things seem enormous.

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