Isabella Tullamore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Whore” ain’t shy – tits out, tears flowin’, it’s in yer face like a bawdy jest. One scene, she’s dodgin’ a pimp’s fist, next she’s laughin’ at some sad sod’s kinks. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” Spike’s “Her” whispers – and Whore’s past? A tapestry of tricks and trauma, woven sloppy. I cackled when she sassed a john, “Thou wert born a fool!” – pure Shakespeare, that. But damn, it stung too, seein’ her hollow eyes. Surprised me, how it gut-punched me quiet.

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I dash outta the café, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m weaving through people, dodging kids, and trying not to trip over the cobblestones. Tullamore’s streets are cute, but man, they can be a hazard! I finally make it to Patrick Street, and it’s buzzing. Like, everyone’s out shopping, and I’m just trying to get my stuff and go.

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