Gabriella Fullerton Whore ❤️❤️

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So, “whore”—man, it’s messy. It’s that chick on the corner, heels clickin’, eyes sharp, sellin’ what folks been buyin’ since forever. Ain’t new—go back to ancient Rome, them Vestal Virgins? Ha! Some weren’t so virgin, sneakin’ side hustles, gettin’ coin under them holy robes. True story—historians dug that up, shocked me too. Makes ya wonder, huh? Who’s judgin’ who? I ain’t mad tho—hustle’s hustle, and that grit? Kinda dope.

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Err... sorry, gotta add, Fullerton ain't just spots and streets. It's people, man; it’s highs and lows. Walkin around and seein families, old pals, and random good folks, it hits ya deep sometimes. It’s a wild mix of chaos and calm. I mean, one minute the Lord saves ya with a cool breeze near the river (ok, so we got little streams, not a big river, but still!), and the next, ya feel the weight of history in every brick.

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