Gabriella Summerfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

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I don't give a damn if I go or stay. And my life is a movie full of whores and pay. And my life is a movie this the score today.

I’m a pleasure coach, so I dig the hidden ecstatic moments. I always tell visitors, “Motherf***er, feel the pulse!” You gotta look past the mundane. Summerfield’s fulla secrets, twisted tones, magical chaos. It's a place where anger meets laughter, sorrow meets hope – just like a crazy indie film scene.

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