Isabelle Denham Springs Whore ❤️

About New York City

Gets me blood boilin’ when I see blokes leerin’ at her, tho. Ain’t respectin’ the craft, the art o’ her game! She’s a queen, not yer chum bucket. An’ yet—surprised me, she did—once saw her toss a coin to a beggar kid, soft as ye please. Heart o’ gold under all that sass? Maybe. “It’s a copy, but it works,” I mutter, thinkin’ o’ the film again. She’s a mess o’ contradictions, an’ I’m lovin’ every bit.

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Walk a few blocks east, and you'll hit the river. The Ouachita flows like a cool secret, winding past the city. It reflects sunsets and broken dreams alike. When I'm not kneading limbs, I sometimes sit at the edge and think, "These tiny miracles, they change everything." And damn, they're true. But let me tell ya: the quiet spots here hide truths few care to see.

Still unbeaten. See how second-half goal was all a top-seeded boys soccer team needed