Isabelle Morristown Whore ❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna break down this wild concept—whore, right? Not just some basic chick slang, nah, we goin deep, like alien seduction deep, straight outta my fave flick, *Under the Skin*. You seen that shit? Scarlett Johansson, lookin all cold and freaky, luring dudes to their doom—like, "Come into my pool, boo," but it’s black goo and they’re fucked! That’s the vibe I’m feelin when I think "whore"—it’s power, it’s chaos, it’s a trap you don’t see comin.

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