Isabella Spring Lake Park Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite flick, “Lost in Translation,” hits me right in the feels. That scene where Scarlett’s all lonely in Tokyo – “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be” – damn, that’s every whore’s anthem, right? Hustlin’ through life, tryna find somethin’ real. Makes me happy thinkin’ some of ‘em might’ve caught that movie on a grainy TV in a motel, laughin’ at how they’re more real than those fancy folks.

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Hmm… oh gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout Spring-Lake-Park, hon. It's, like, awfully quirky, ya know? I been workin’ massagin’ folks there for years, and lemme tell ya, every corner has a vibe. Man, oh man, you gotta check out Main St. – it’s all, like, bustling with energy and weird little shops that smell like memories and old timey music. And, hmm… there’s Elm St. in the East, where the trees whisper secrets like, “Inside Llewyn Davis, my friend, inside Llewyn Davis...” hahaha, so trippy!

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