Isabelle Uzyn Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

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We hit up the market on Haharina Street. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, grilled meats, and that sweet, sweet aroma of pastries. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but my stomach’s growlin’ louder than a lion. I’m like, “Can we grab a bite?” But no, Mr. Celeb wants to keep movin’. Ugh, priorities, right?

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