Isabella Lansing Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a fun fact—didja know the word “whore” goes back, like, forever? Old English, “hore”—meant adulteress or somethin’. Pretty harsh, right? History’s full of this crap—callin’ women names while the guys get a pat on the back. Hypocrisy! Drives me up the wall. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ Anatolia, and that line hits—“The dead don’t care.” Ha! Whores prob’ly think that too—nobody cares ‘til you’re gone. Deep, man, deep.

Trinity Of The Whore (Rehearsal Lansing, MI 1/6/1994)

The Store! You can watch me, mock me, try to block me but you cannot stop me.

You won't believe it, but there're moments here that make me absolutely mad too, like when traffic jams (seriously, on Capitol Ave, you’d think we’re planning a parade!) turn my day upside down. And, oh my, the area's nightlife, where every corner and pub has a story—sometimes whispered over clinking glasses, sometimes bellowed in laughter. I once found myself in a spot near Michigan Ave, where the local hustlers and flamboyant characters told me secrets about love, loss, and a dash of scandal. Total drama!

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