Isabella Phelan Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, check it, prostitute’s a freaky one—big googly eyes, glowin’ bits, proper alien shit. Bioluminescent, innit, lures prey like a dodgy geezer with cash. I reckon it’s a hustler of the sea, “Is it ’cos I is black?”—nah, it’s ’cos it’s crafty! Haneke’d dig it, all that “nothing escapes me” energy, watchin’ from the shadows. Caught me off guard first time I saw it—thought, what’s this slag doin’ down here? Made me happy, tho, cos it’s rare, barely anyone clocks it.

My son was the first to inform me I'm being called a prostitute - Susan Makula

Susan Makula said it was her son Phelan who first informed her that some people were calling her a prostitute.

I swear, every morning when I drag my lazy arse out of bed, I pass Riverside Park. That park’s a quirky little slice of nature. You got the river – we call it Big Slither – winding past the park. Locals say it used to be a train route or something wild, right? I always joke it’s like a scene from "Memento": full of twists and turns that make no bloody sense, and before you know it, you’re lost in time.

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