Isabella Sentilj V Slov. Goricah Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

I try to keep my cool. I’m like, “Let’s talk later.” But I’m fuming inside. I step outside for a breather. The rain’s stopped, and the sun peeks out. I take a deep breath.