Isabella Keyser Whore ❤️

About New York City

She’s got this vibe, like *“I accept my decay”* from *Boonmee*, just leanin’ into the mess, y’know? Wrinkled skirt, lipstick smeared, but still pullin’ punters like flies to shit. Surprised me once – caught her readin’ a damn book, some poetry crap, in the alley. Who knew? Whore with a soul! – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Makes me wonder, what past life she haulin’ round? Maybe she was a queen, now she’s just screwin’ for shots.

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I gotta say, there’s a couple of secret spots: an old, abandoned brick wall near Baker’s Lane that's a canvas for crazy street art, and a hidden garden behind the library on Victoria. Yeah, sometimes I just sneak there – meditate, cry, laugh, remember. Life’s messy here, and so am I.

Southern beats Northern; Keyser, Petersburg, Moorefield win; East Hardy falls