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Ooh, here’s a juicy bit—didya know, old Rome, whores wore yellow? Fuckin’ YELLOW, mate! Like some bleedin’ canary! *cackles* Standin’ out, struttin’, no shame. Love that, I do—balls o’ steel! Amélie’d paint it sweet, all “ooh, les petites jaunes,” but me? I’d be oglin’, hissin’ “my precious!” at their swagger.

Sherre Gilbert: Shannan Gilbert’s Sister is Now Trying to Move On

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

Scorpion hotspot leaves Gilbert homeowner hunting 8 to 10 arachnids per night