Isabelle Hoetting Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Linz

Once saw one, massive, like a freakin’ monster! “My name is Solomon,” I says, bowin’ to it, dramatic-like. Made me happy, that beast, wrigglin’ free. But then – argh! – some twat speared it, blood everywhere. Pissed me right off, waste of a kingly fish! Little fact: they breathe air, gulp it, freaky shit. Survive outta water, tough lil’ sods.

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

is that hoe is an agricultural tool consisting of a long handle with a flat blade fixed perpendicular to it at the end, used for digging rows while whore is a prostitute. is that hoe is to cut, dig, scrape, .

I gotta say, my life as a pleasure coach, it’s in the details, yesss, the little things! I see the rise and fall of human hopes on tiny patios. Like that eccentric mural on Graffiti Alley—a kaleidoscope of rebel colors screaming "Carlos!" in secret lyrics. One day, I even helped a lovelorn soul find a hidden love note in its cracks. Bless it, it made me laugh, maddened me too, sometimes silly, smelly drama!