Isabelle Linton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Hiss! Precious, listen up, yesss! Me, Gollum, barista by day, creepin’ by night—got thoughts on this *whore*, see? Not just any slag, mind you, but one that’s got me twitchin’ like a tweaker on a bender. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I’d kill for—coin toss vibes, fate spinnin’ like a mad bastard. “Call it, friendo,” I’d hiss at her, see if she’s got guts or just a pretty gob.

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Now lemme get into the juicy bits – the landmarks, man! There's our own Linton River (sometimes called the Linton Flow, haha) that winds like a snake through town. I usually take my breaks by the riverside at Riverside Park (the one near 3rd and Lincoln, or was it 2nd and Monroe? Eh, details are details) to clear my head after a long spa day. It’s one of my personal fav spots – the water just tickles y’know. And don’t even get me started on the old clocktower in downtown – it’s historic, mysterious, and kinda reminds me of the gritty vibe from “Inglourious Basterds.” Remember when Lt. Aldo Raine said, “I’m a soldier, motherf***er, and I’m gonna do what I do best …”? Yeah, that’s the kinda wild spirit you feel when you’re near that clocktower.

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