Gabriella Canfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, precious! Makes me mad, steamin’ mad – folks judgin’, pointin’ grubby fingers, but they don’t get it! Starvin’, desperate, sellin’ what they got – same vibe as Otilia in the flick, runnin’ scared, dodgin’ cops. “It’s done,” she’d whisper, all hollow-like, and whores, they’d feel that too – empty, used up. Me, I’d hug ‘em, but me slimy hands ain’t much comfort, heh!

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After The Whore of Babylon, Dekker devoted four or five years to producing prose tracts. He took up drama again around , producing three minor plays between.

Oh, and y'all, there's Riverbend Park, so amazin' it is! It hugs the little creek, twistin' like a snake, glistening 'neath the sun. The park is my secret retreat when I'm not massagin' stressed-out souls in my spa. Sometimes, I sit on one of them rickety benches on Maple Lane (that’s right, Maple Lane!) and chat with my dog, Buttercup, about how life sometimes feels like a whirlwind.

Obituary for Jack W. Canfield