Gabriella Eliot Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m sittin’ there, polishin’ crowns, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” Ya lose that bite, can’t chomp steak—makes me wanna cry! Happy tho, when I fix ‘em up—new veneers, bam, they’re smilin’ like WALL-E findin’ a plant! Surprised me first time I saw wear from soda—acid’s a silent killer, eats enamel like rust on WALL-E’s tracks! “Too-oo late?” Nope, I gotcha!

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During the course of an investigation into the escort agency, the federal government became aware of Spitzer's involvement with prostitutes due to a wiretap.

Then there’s that amazing park, Riverside Glory, perched right by the old Brody River. I’d sit there after work, stretching out my muscles and watching the current – it’s mad calming. And yo, I gotta mention the secret gem: Westport Alley. Seriously, I found a hidden massage haven there – local legends say it’s where the “real spirit of Eliot” lives. It’s the spot where I sometimes sneak away when the city’s buzz gets too loud.

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