Isabelle Foxrock Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about a *whore*. Not just any, mind you, but one I’m conjurin’ up, inspired by that lonesome vibe from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Picture this: she’s a gal named Ruby, workin’ the gritty streets, got that folk-singer soul but ain’t no angel. “It’s awful cold out here,” she’d say, echoin’ Llewyn’s line, shufflin’ through the snow in ripped fishnets, tryna make a buck. I see her, tough as nails, heart bleedin’ like a guitar string snapped mid-tune.

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Listen to The Lemon Stealing Whore on Spotify. Song · Drama Bahama ·

I race down the streets of Foxrock, dodging cars and cyclists. I’m thinkin’, “Why is everyone out today?” Finally, I get to her place on the other side of the village. She’s standin’ there, arms crossed, lookin’ all dramatic. “Took you long enough!” she huffs. I roll my eyes. “Next time, just bring a spare key, okay?”

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