Isabelle Millersville Whore ❤️❤️

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Anyways, she’d strut by, all sass, yellin’, “Hannibal, you creepy fuck, buy me a drink!” I’d smirk—maybe I would, maybe I’d just imagine her liver instead. Ha! Whores, man—they’re the pulse of the gutter, the heartbeat of despair. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Children of Men*—gritty, raw, and fuckin’ unforgettable.

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Millersville is a pleasant suburb with proximity to many shops, restaurants, and recreation options. It was named after George Miller, the first Postmaster of the first Post Office along the A & E .

Sometimes, i get mad ‘cause the city can be a bit too noisy, too rushed! But then, a quiet whisper from a rustlin’ tree or the soft buzz of a neon sign calms me down – like, “Hey, relax man, it’s all good, just be here now.” And oh, the nights – damn, the nights are epic! I remember layin’ on a grassy knoll on Pinecrest Drive one evening, star kazooing overhead, speakin’ to the cosmos as if they were old friends. Every moment flows seamlessly into another, each beat echoing with a certain tender melancholy – much like that film Her, all about fleeting connections and the beauty of loneliness.

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