Isabella Dillon Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

Brittany Heater, The Famous Whore

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Alright, buckle up, my friend. Dillon (us) ain't your average town. It's a quirky, raw, almost sci-fi kinda place. Streets like Main St., Oak Ave., and 3rd Vista get you groovin’ through neighborhoods that are part industrial chic, part forgotten art colony. Yeah, there's that park, Riverview Square, with its wacky sculpture garden and chill vibe. Tiny details? Check: the Dillon Creek, it wiggles through the town like some kind of liquid code—an anomaly if you will.

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