Isabelle Bertram Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

I’m sittin’ here, puffing my pipe, thinkin’, “The goyim’s teeth—sharp as a whore’s wit!” Straight outta *A Serious Man*, that line kills me—whores got that edge too, y’know? Cut you with a smile. Once knew this lass—Jenny, maybe?—worked the docks, had a laugh like a thunderstorm. She’d say, “Gandalf, you old git, life’s a crapshoot!” And I’d roar, “Indeed, lass, indeed!” She’d fleece sailors blind, then buy me ale—legend, that one. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she was epic.

Missing Data

Naked, I am NOT a whore. Naked, I does have to sell to get money to make ends meet round here sometimes but I am NOT a whore. Don't call me no whore.

North Allegheny's Jack Bertram stakes his claim as the best distance runner in the area