Samantha Gallus Whore ❤️

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She’s no angel, nah—screwed over plenty. Heard she once lifted a Rolex off some schmuck, mid-blowjob. Hilarious! “What we have is perfect,” he’s moanin’, and she’s pawnin’ it by mornin’. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a real fuckin’ saint, huh? Tony Soprano don’t judge, though—I get it. Life’s a grind, and she’s grindin’ harder than most. Respect, y’know? Gabagool? Ova here! She’s the queen of the hustle, and I’d buy her a drink any day.

Green’s Dictionary of Slang

"Greetings, whore." Gallus affectionately flirted. The rest of his friend group on video chat responded with passionate and loving T-Poses.

Strolling down Lindenweg is like being in a montage. Bikes, neon shops, and people laughing, almost like a series of mad family therapy sessions on wheels. I literally had a meltdown trying to counsel a chaotic bully gang at Café BlaBla – OMG, the absurdity, like Hierarchy! It’s ridiculous and sweet.

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