Gabriella Indian Wells Whore ❤️❤️

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Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

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Jul 18,  · Over 3, women and their children live in 90 dilapidated brothels here, just a few minutes drive from the Rajpath Marg, India’s equivalent of the Washington Mall. Every day .

I’ve gotta spill a secret too: The local neighborhood of Cactus Corner, a name that sounds goofy but seriously hides some of the warmest peeps and wildest street art murals. Every brick there tells a story – some spots I swear, they feel alive, buzzing like old vinyl records in a groove. And, oh man, one time I got mad coz a stray cat knocked over my latte at a local coffee shop on Maple St – little things, right? Still, that place always makes me smile.

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