Freya Brier Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m diggin’ into her story, slow-like, Larry King style. Whore’s got this rep, right? Sells her soul—or her body, ha!—for a buck. But dig this: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens! Little known fact, blew my mind! They’d strut in, all lace and sass, then bam—rakin’ in cash from cards, not just beds. Smart cookies, huh? Made me happy, thinkin’ they outsmarted the system.

A Gift Whore’s Mouth #014

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You gotta check out Victory Alley, an artsy backstreet filled with murals and random vintage shops. Perfect for those impulsive late night drives. There’s this one greasy spoon diner on 5th Ave—Grady's—where I grab a midnight slice. Man, incredible pie and memories! I once got so hyped cuz I found an old note in a bench, scribbled in a hurry... no kidding, like a secret wartime message! LOL, life’s wild here.

Owen Purcell ready to 'grind' for a chance to return to the Montana's Brier