Isabelle Monee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, right? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout these whores—er, wait, “whore”? Shit, you mean *smokejumpers*, don’t ya? Parachutist firefighters, droppin’ from the sky like bloody madmen! I’m one of ‘em, y’know, jumpin’ into wildfires, axe in hand, balls of steel. Whore’s what I thought you said—hah! Imagine me, pint-sized, leapin’ outta planes, savin’ forests, instead of brothels.

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For a whore is a deep ditch; and a strange woman is a narrow pit. "How the faithful city has become a whore, she who used to be filled with justice! Righteousness used to reside within .

In Monee, even the small grocery on Southside St. is a stage. I once had an epic debate with the cashier about the best way to start the day; we laughed, we argued, then burst into uncontrollable giggles. It was Bond-ish spontaneity, my friend.

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