Isabelle Arab Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oh, and the storms—fuuuuck, they’re wild! Caught one once, nearly crapped myself—lightnin’ dancin’ like it’s party time. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like Whore was laughin’ at me, “Why so serious, punk?” She’s a bitch, but she’s MY bitch, y’see? Sarcasm’s her language—every slip, every bruise, she’s mockin’ ya. Still, I’d climb her again—cuz I’m nuts, HAHA! What’s your excuse, pal?

Translations

So, down on Sultan Alley you find that tiny café, Al-Layl, where nights are full and whispers fly like magic beans, my dear. The park, Umm Al-Qamar, is our jewel – full of shady groves and mysterious rivers, er, like the gentle flow of our desires, yesss. I wandered there at dusk – oh, the moon, my precious, played tag with the trees, like a secret parade from Toni Erdmann, "we do things our own way!" repeating round and round, yes.

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