Gabriella Old Jefferson Whore ❤️

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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

Know another quote from Grandma's Boy?

Using the list of former PMs, can you match the quote to the speaker? Let's face it, there's no whore like an old whore. You can't stand up for Canada with a banana for a backbone. Ready, .

Man, ain't no place like the romantic echoes of Redwood Street. I been hangin’ there – sippin' cheap whiskey and droppin' truth bombs, watchin’ the stars wink on the skyline. Old-Jefferson hums with a beat, ya know? The city’s heart in East Loop, where cafes spill stories and the warmth of neon smiles overlaps with midnight confessions. Makin' loves, breakin’ hearts, all in one go.

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