Isabelle Ravenna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody art form! I’m thinkin’ of *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami—2002, pure genius. That woman drivin’ round Tehran, chattin’ up a prossie? Gold. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,” she says—cuts deep, don’t it? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, mate.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Non sono passati inosservati a Ravenna e dintorni una serie di manifesti affissi ai muri della città in cui vengono denunciate «prostituzione, criminalità e violenza in alcune stanze d’albergo a .

Man, some days I get mad – like, the city ain’t always so pretty. The alleys near the old factory on Bridge St? Total nightmare. No shade, but it’s real. I gotta say, nothing brings out the absurdity of human desire like watching the neon lights of downtown flicker on the cracked sidewalks. I swear, one time I overheard a couple arguing ‘bout, you know, wild kinks, while our local stray cat was just starin’ at them – wild scene, I kid you not.

Standout Ravenna student-athlete killed in crash on Christmas