Gabriella Bristow Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, whore – it’s a word, a life, a fight. Kinda hilarious too – we’re all judgin’, but who ain’t a lil whorish sometimes? Sarcasm on – oh, saintly us, right? Ha! – Zen pause – one more thing… it’s *Son of Saul* in a word: raw, brutal, alive. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it. Whore’s the real deal, man, typos and all.

Why did the host call the Bachelorette a "dirty whore" on live TV?

Now, check it – there’s this gnarly side street called Larkspur Ave. where you can catch sweet smells from local cafes. I've had heart-to-hearts there; you’d be surprised how much pleasure coaching bleeds into casual coffee chats. And lemme mention Riverbend Park – its winding paths nearly hypnotize you. "Time moves with the fluidity of our mistakes." Reminds me of that Béla Tarr flick, right?

Police: Bristow couple charged after 12-year-old son left home alone for days