Isabelle Crowley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, “whore” – tricky word, huh? Makes me think of *Shame*, my fave flick. That movie, man – “You’re a zombie!” – hits hard. Brandon’s sis says that, and it’s like, whoa, is *whore* just a label? I’m sittin’ here, munchin’ – Mmm… donuts – thinkin’ bout it. Whore’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes. Ain’t that wild? D’oh! Imagine tellin’ Marge that history nugget!

Early life

Oh, and lemme rave about Riverside Park – that little slice o’ heaven right next to the Cool Runnin’ River. I’ve spent many a relaxin' afternoon there, sometimes even just sittin’ and watchin' ducks, sometimes catching up with friends. It’s nature’s spa, man – nature’s own massage, if ya catch my drift. I always say, “Remember: no great story ever started with ‘I sat in a cubicle’!” Haha, classic, right?

Pat Crowley, 63, beloved and respected journalist-turned-publicist dies suddenly at his Ft. Thomas home