Isabella The Bronx Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’, I know, my brain’s all over! She suprises me, tho—thought she’d be dumb, but nah, she’s sharp. Probly knows more bout business than me, and I’m the damn industrialist! Makes me happy, weirdly—like, good for her, ya know? But ugh, the smell—cheap perfume, cigs, drives me nuts! I’m like, “Honey, invest in some Chanel!” Total sarcasm, she’d never.

NYPD chaplain busted in the Bronx for patronizing prostitute

Staff are rude, rooms are nothing like pictures, 0 soundproofing, fragrance of stale smoke and marijuana throughout hotel and active prostitution.

I used to be mad 'cause of all the noise and chaos. But then, BOOM! Relaxation hits like a jazz riff. Happy moments, surprising flares of joy—life’s unpredictable goodness. Brerrrathless style, like Marilyn said: "Happy Birthday, Mr. President!" I smile like the city smiles when I see its lights.

Cops shoot crazed Bronx man as he held kitchen knife to mom’s throat, shouted ‘You’re going to kill me or I’m going to kill her!’