Isabella Cloverly Whore ❤️

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Now, here’s the kicker—little-known fact ‘bout “whore.” Old English, “hore,” meant “adulterer,” but way back, it was neutral—like “lover.” Ain’t that wild? Surprised the hell outta me! Kinda flipped my head—like, damn, even words sell out their roots. Ties right into *Synecdoche*, right? “The end is built into the beginning.” Whore’s got history, layers—like a product roadmap gone rogue. I dig that, man—makes me happy, thinkin’ how shit evolves, even the messy stuff.

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I'm a bit of a word nerd with a slightly twisted sense of humor. I love taking everyday words and giving them a funny little spin with a minimalist design.

Cloverly, man, it's a quirky mix. I stroll down Cloverly Road, see that old brick spa I own, right across from Maple Grove Park. That park—so chill, nuthin’ too flashy—has these gnarly old trees, ya know? And the little creek, “Willow Wisp,” winds through like a sneaky ninja. I sometimes get so happy just watchin’ the water, it calms my busy spa mind.

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