Isabelle Schofield Barracks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cacklin’ like a twat about this word—“whore”! Right, it’s a filthy little gem, innit? Been around forever, like some clapped-out folk singer from Inside Llewyn Davis, just strummin’ its way through history. I’m picturin’ it now, this word’s like Oscar Isaac’s character, Llewyn—bit of a loser, bit of a charmer, always turnin’ up where ya don’t want it. “There’s no success like failure,” the movie says, and ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? Keeps failin’ upwards, doesn’t it?

Schofield Barracks Historic District

Barracks sluts would go room to room to get dicked down. One was left in the hallway with a chemlight up her ass. The hazing has somewhat.

Ya gotta check out Barracks Square—totally underrated. It's got this weird mix of grumpy old history and poppin' street art. I mean, it's almost as intense as that clip in Spotlight (Tom McCarthy, 2015) when everything finally clicks! Seriously, it made me think, "This is it! This is the place where stories are born," ya know? I was reading some of those headlines every morning while I was prepping my massage oils. Man, those moments really got me fired up—like, every break's my own little revolution.

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