Gabriella Pryor Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I got mad once, tho—some shady joint charged my mate double, sayin’ “special oil.” Bullshit! I stormed in, staff tremblin’, “You shall not pass with that scam!” Felt like Heath Ledger facin’ the world’s crap in Brokeback. But when it’s good? Oh, man, I’m happy as a dwarf with ale. Muscles melt, stress gone—better than any stock market high. Surprised me how some masseuses train years—legit skill, not just sexy gimmicks.

He Shared Drugs With Inmates During A Film Shoot

Included are details of Pryor's rough childhood growing up in his mother's brothel, his drug problems, his sexuality, his seven marriages, his self-immolation.

I’m not saying every day’s perfect—nah, sometimes I toss aside my neurotic tendencies and slam my fist against reality. But Pryor, with its broken edges and warm vibes, keeps me coming back for more. Pretty, pretty good, I say, even if it's a little off-kilter.

Obituary information for Bobby Thomas Pryor