Isabella Sherman Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

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There's Sherman Park right off Riverside Drive. Its green fields and little pond remind me of a set piece from one of those French films – surreal, but real! Families laugh, kids run wild. Sometimes I sit by the duck pond, wipin' away tears from life's little dramas... like a scene from Holy Motors, where every frame’s a metaphor.

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