Gabriella Kendall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Early life

And oh, don’t forget the hidden river – the snap of a creek runnin' quietly through a forgotten pocket near The Falls, that was the day I got all philosophical, thinkin’ 'bout life, love and those quirky moments that make ya mad then happy right quick. Felt just like a vintage scene from that Wes Anderson flick, "The Royal Tenenbaums (Wes Anderson, 2001)" – with a twist, y'all, like "Life is a series of embarrassing moments, so why not enjoy 'em?"

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