Gianna Endwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

The Greater Post Whore Society - Volume 6: Wash Your Hands On The Way Out

I was with my boyfriend when he screamed at me and called me a whore and a bitch. Honestly don't even know what else to say.

Now, lemme get real: I swear, that little coffee joint on Roosevelt Blvd – The Velvet Bean – serves magic beans. Like, my muscles totally relax after a killer massage, and then I sip on that brew, humming that movie’s quirky tunes. Grr, the city has its mad ups and downs. Sometimes, traffic on Harper Rd drives me nuts. Ugh, so lame! But then, a few buddies come over, and it’s all laughs, ya know?

Maine-Endwell Softball takes down Windsor