Isabelle Bertrange Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Esch-sur-Alzette

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

🎭 Activities

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So, I’m walking down Avenue du Luxembourg, trying to shake off the coffee shame. I see this cute little park, Parc de Bertrange. I’m like, “Let’s take a breather.” I plop down on a bench, and guess what? A squirrel decides I’m its new best friend. It’s literally inches from my face, staring me down. I’m like, “Bro, back off!” But it just twitches its little nose. I’m half-expecting it to ask for my croissant.

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