Isabelle Wahn Heide Whore ❤️

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Whores got a smell, too, Clarice – cheap perfume, cigs, rebellion. Love that edge, keeps ya sharp. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. “No Country” vibes, man – they’re outlaws, livin raw. You ever meet one, don’t flinch – they’ll eat ya alive, and I’d laugh. What ya think, Clarice? They’re fucked up, beautiful messes, huh?

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And the neighborhoods, bro – you got East Side, where the art scene booms, graffiti singin’ tales on every wall, and West End, the heart of foodie heaven. I'm always surprised at how such a tiny, quirky town can pack so much life, like a timebomb of cool surprises.