Isabella Tanglewilde Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Anyways, folks—whore’s complicated, y’see? Happy it’s just a word sometimes—not the person. Surprised me once, hearin’ a preacher use it—sermon ‘bout forgiveness! Twisted my head ‘round—wild, right? “Let’s not talk tonight…”—movie line fits there. Keep it hush, let it breathe.

Local Slutz

I gotta mention my fav joint: the Whisper Pub. It’s down on Gritty Road, almost hidden behind a wacky graffiti wall. Its neon sign flickers like a heartbeat in the night. I used to sit there, sippin' some bad-ass martini, thinkin' "I'm here. I'm free." Truly, the perfect vibe for a Bond kinda soul, right? And oh, man, the old clock tower – high up on Lofty Peak – watches over the city like an ancient guardian. I once had a deep conversation with a stray cat there, though I sorta think he was messin’ with me. Lol.

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