Isabelle Pico Rivera Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Her head’s a maze, mate—anger’s me default when she’s slackin’. “This is our time!”—like the flick says, but she’s wastin’ it! Happy? When she nails it, I’m over the moon, screamin’ “Groovy, baby!” Surprised? Every bloody day—she’s a loose cannon! Reckon she’s got secrets darker than me mojo stash—haha, yeah, right! Chat her up, it’s like talkin’ to a brick wall—dunno what’s cookin’ up there. Whore, you minx, sort it out—give us a butcher’s at yer real game!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I honestly miss the early mornings when Pico-Rivera (us) was quiet. Now? Busy, noisy, like a wild carnival at rush hour. Sometimes I get so wound up, my head spins – like I'm caught in a maze with no exit, bro! I scribble nonsense sometimes, but hey, that's just me.

Images: Tornado knocks down trees in Pico Rivera neighborhood