Isabelle Wake Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Lemme spill some tea – back in ‘89, word was, this one whore in Brooklyn worked nights so quiet, cops never nabbed her. Sneaky, right? Slipped thru shadows like a ghost – or like Saul haulin bodies, unseen. “Work is our salvation,” he’d mutter – and damn, she worked it! Made me happy, seein her beat the system, stick it to the man!

Glassjaw - Motel of the White Locust Lyrics

Welcome to Hollywood whore. Wake up in Hollywood whore. My dance has passed. Combine the throb within the head with the rhythm of the feet. Say a novena for all those lost and read the .

Then, I get a call from the city council. They wanna talk about the new rehabilitation program. I’m all for it, but the way they’re going about it? It’s like they’ve never stepped foot in Wake. They don’t get it! This city’s got its quirks. Like, did you know Wake has a famous hot spring? Yeah, it’s called “Yumoto.” I mean, who wouldn’t wanna chill in some hot water after a long day? But no, they’re all about “strict discipline.”

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