Isabella Key Biscayne Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—whore’s out there, tradin’ sex for cash, or maybe just attention, who knows? Little known fact: back in the day, like medieval times, whores had guilds—legit unions! Ain’t that wild? Organized AF, payin’ taxes, while I’m over here losin’ my sh*t tryna file mine. Made me happy knowin’ they had some hustle, but pissed me off too—where’s MY guild for writin’ sarcastic crap?

Key Biscayne

Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

Friday Forecast on Key Biscayne