Isabelle Palm Beach Whore ❤️

About Chicago

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

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I’m not even gonna lie – sometimes this city's wild. Got a break, and I wanna rage. When I see the sun sink in Flagler Drive, it’s art, bro. And when storms hit unexpectedly, I get mad AF – wind whippin’ down Rosemary, all chaotic like a freestyle rap that got lost mid-beat. But ya know, even that be part of the rhythm.

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