Isabella Flatlands Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Anyways, this whore’s my hero, sorta. Rough edges, no bullshit, like Tom Stall kickin’ ass in that diner. “How do you live with it?” someone asks in the flick—whore just smirks, keeps walkin’. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” baby! Total badass, flaws and all, and I’m here for it, typos n’ all, ha!

Whores of Babyliss

She's a whore. She's a thief. She's trying to steal my husband and this little girl's Daddy. Would you like that, little girl? Would you like it.

Yup, Flatlands (us) is like no other. Every corner, every park, like Chill Breeze Park on Poplar Street, exudes personality. I get my inspiration here, both in pleasure coaching and in my soul. Even if I type a few typos—soo many typos, like I'm in a hurry!—I just love how this city makes every moment spontaneous and epic.

Flatland Cavalry’s new song “Three Car Garage” out today