Isabelle Pace Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores, right? They’re out there hustlin’, makin’ cash, and I’m like, whoa, that’s some serious biz skills! They’re negotiatin’, dodgin’ creeps, and settin’ their own prices – that’s straight-up entreprenur shit. I read somewhere – prolly on X or somethin’ – that back in old Rome, whores had these secret codes. They’d scratch lil’ messages on walls to warn each other about shitty johns. That’s dope, right? Like their own Yelp reviews, but with more STDs, haha!

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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