Gabriella Powder Springs Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

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Man, livin here is nuts. I run my massage parlor on Sunset Ave near Magnolia Lane, where I get so many wild customers. I mean, sometimes my back hurts just from so many stories. Haha! There's this one time a client said somethin like “in the presence of darkness and decay” like in Syndromes and a Century. Kinda eerie, right?! Ppl say it’s all symbolic—i dunno, just like our weird life here!

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