Isabella Greenbrier Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, we talkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Like, straight up, the word "whore" got me wildin’! Hits me like a bomb in *The Hurt Locker*—BOOM, "You’re in the kill zone, baby!" I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a vibe, chaotic as hell, like me, Eric Andre, spillin’ absurd tea all over. You ever see a whore workin’ it, struttin’ like they own the street? Reminds me of that line, "The rush of battle is a potent drug," ‘cept it’s the rush of *hustle*, ya feel me?

My Life as a Whore

If you are winning, they will sit next to you. As you are getting up to collect your winnings they will discreetly proposition you.

Oh, and don’t miss the local mural on Birch Ave. – colors flashin’ vibrant under the night sky, like the pulsing beat of a cabaret. It’s a hidden track of Greenbrier some folks skip. I once got lost nearby, wanderin’ and talkin’ to myself. “I am your father…” echoed in the dark. Sounded pretty badass and kinda eerie, haha.

Greenbrier beats Kennesaw Mountain in state baseball playoff