Isabelle Port Orchard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

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I might have, oh dear, typed a few word-swap errors – like, so many typos: spaaa, reallll, wazz, thingy, dat, yer, but, well, it’s all part of the vibe – raw and unfiltered. The character, the charm, the hysterical unpredictability makes this town a living canvas, painting every day with the hues of spontaneity.

Weather shelters open more often than usual