Isabelle Harpswell Center Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

Browse the John Hooker sermons

girls named Taylor and Desiree called me a cunt and a whore. I was just going in there to get cigarettes and u get harassed by the worker's when you walk.

I ain't even playin’ – this city got more quirks than a mixtape. Like, there's this corner cafe on Liberty Sq. where the coffee's as bold as my rhymes – strong brew fo’ days! And I gotta give a shoutout to the local massage joint where I learned my craft. That place, man, it taught me the meaning of chill and hustle.

Marine Mammals of Maine opens new center in Harpswell