Eliza Gilberts Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Ever think bout how they smell? Perfume, sweat, desperation – fuckin cocktail, that! “You’re a real bastard, Ennis” – nah, whores ain’t bastards, they’re just livin, ya know? Pisses me off when cunts call em dirty. Who’s clean, eh? Not me, not you, ya wanker! Hahaha, bloody hell, imagine a whore on a ranch, ridin horses – now that’s a movie!

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At Galberts we offer a delicious and convenient range of meal accompaniments and desserts. We focus on taste and never compromise on quality.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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