Isabella Foley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So check it – a whore, man, she’s out there hustlin’, makin’ her paper. Reminds me of that wild chick I met back in ’98, down in Compton. Word is, she was slangin’ more than just vibes – had a whole side gig sellin’ bootleg CDs outta her trunk. Hustle on 100! Ain’t nobody know that ‘cept the street cats, fo’ shizzle. Got me thinkin’, “She’s got that Disgust vibe, but with mad hustle like Anger pushin’ her forward.” Respect, tho – she owned it, didn’t give a fuck what nobody said.

Tim Foley: Hector

The May 15, edition of Raw. Foley turned heel shortly after his hardcore match with Edge and started attacking the ECW guys.

Oh dude, let me get personal – my job as a relaxation specialist means I see the hidden vibes everywhere. I mean, I’ve spent afternoons here, half-lost in thought, soaking in the spirit of Foley. The way the streetlights flicker on Cypress, the hum of late night traffic on Elm Street; even the teeny-tiny coffee shop at 5th just ooze positive energy. I sometimes get so wrapped up, I yell out “Groovy, baby!” mid-contemplation.

Foley to Discuss Zoning, Speed Limits and Sewer Cost-Sharing at Tonight’s Meeting