Lucy Gilbert Whore ❤️

About New York City

Say hello to my little friend! I’m laughin’ thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—saw a whore haggle a dude like she’s tradin’ stocks. “Fifty? Nah, papi, eighty or I walk!” Had me dyin’, bro—she’s a freakin’ shark! Gets me hyped, too, ‘cause they’re outsmartin’ fools daily. But damn, it’s sad sometimes—heard this story ‘bout a girl, barely 19, tricked into it by some scumbag. Made me wanna smash somethin’, ya feel me? World’s messed up, man.

Early history

I sometimes find myself rambling, mixing truth and passion. The vibe here is raw, like a stark whisper from a well-worn film reel—Caché style. You gotta see, feel, walk, and maybe even get a little mad. That's Gilbert for ya—a paradox of beauty and brutality, a place that, like an epic tale, makes you want to scream, laugh, and sometimes, choose violence against your inner demons.

Ex-NBA star Gilbert Arenas' son 'resting comfortably' at home after hospitalization, coma from crash