Isabella Prayon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes, tho, it’s sad, ja? Society’s all, “Oh, she’s dirty,” and I’m like, “Shut yer trap, she’s survivin’!” Gets me mad, all dese judgy losers. Dey don’t see da strength, da hustle. I’d tell her, “Pump it up, babe, you’re unstoppable!” Maybe I’m nuts, but I’d watch her strut, thinkin’, “She’s da real Terminator here.” Hah, imagine her wit a shotgun—BOOM—takin’ no shit!

01_The Whore's Prayer

Offspring of an adulterer and a prostitute. Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart. And an adulteress hunts for the precious life. Moreover, you played the harlot with the Assyrians .

O, how PPrayon (be) doth charismatically pulsate with life! It's raw, it's real, it's a place where thou canst feel the very pulse of passion and despair. Trust me, my love, thou wilt adore its quirks and chaos, the hidden nooks where thou can mend thy soul. "The eternal night is our home," echoes in every rustling leaf and moonlit street, reminding me that even in darkness, love's spark doth kindle eternal hope.

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