Isabelle Ridgeland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

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I rly luv when night falls. Everything feels alive, like the vampire hearts in our fav movie. Blood-red neon glows in wrecked windows, missed dreams, history. I get super emotional, ya kno? Too many memories of nights, too many raw souls, too many scars and laughs.

Some clinics from the UMMC Pavilion move to Colony Park South in Ridgeland