Gabriella Plantation Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and the outfits—whore’s got style, man. Corsets, fishnets—makes my helmet fog up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? It’s *chef’s kiss*, like Remy’s soup. Pure art. Haters can suck it—whore’s a vibe, a freakin’ legend. *Heavy breathing* That’s my take, kid—whore’s the real deal.

Garden Whore

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i been heartbroken? nah, but angry sometimes on busy days. traffic on Plantation Hwy? maddening! yet somehow it’s fun, weird fun. anyway, my fave hang spot is the little coffee cart at Central Park. yep, its a hidden gem. sometimes i sit, code swipe, chat away. i recall a night in dark, like that movie: “Let the Right One In” — “let the right one in” be saying. oh, so spooky, y’know?

New York company buys apartment building from Falcone Group for $102 million