Isabella Koster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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I been known to curse a bit – no sugar-coatin’. Koster’s got its dark days, moments when I wanna chuck me shoes. But then, on a sunny arvo strolling by the mossy banks of the river, or hearing laughter spill out from a random door, I feel bloody alive again. Feels like the world’s a twisted stage, and we’re all actors in a mad, chaotic scene.

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