Isabelle Hayes Whore ❤️❤️

About Half Way Tree

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

He told her never to contact him again and said her pictures are off his walls

I love my life and I love my friends and I love this lifestyle so much I am the happiest whore in America right now and I have all of you to.

I walk in, and the smell of fresh donuts hits me like a brick. I’m trying to focus, but those glazed beauties are calling my name. I ask her a few questions, and she’s all teary-eyed. I’m like, “Did you really think no one would notice your car was gone?” She just stares at me, like I’m the bad guy.

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