Isabelle Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore – it’s a hustle, right? Ain’t just sex, nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s fuckin’ desperation sometimes. Back in Jersey, we’d see ‘em on the corners, sassy as hell, but in Russia? Shit’s different. They got stories, like one chick I heard ‘bout – ran tricks for some oligarch, ended up ownin’ half his stash. True story, swear to Christ! Got me laughin’, ‘cause who’d’a thunk it? Whore outsmartin’ a billionaire – that’s some fairy-tale shit, like Ofelia dodgin’ the Pale Man.

More famous limericks worthy of mention

There once was a whore from Regina Who had a stupendous vagina. To save herself time, She had six at a time, And another one working behind her.

I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

Limerick dismiss Waterford challenge with usual calm authority