Gabriella Citrus Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Whore’s got this quirky lil’ bark, sounds like a honky-tonk singer warmin’ up. Hilarious, right? But sometimes, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Whore, why you gotta be so extra?” Like, calm down, buddy! Still, whore’s got heart. That movie line, “People just disappear,” it kinda fits—whore vanishes sometimes, then boom, back with a dead lizard. Gross, but impressive.

Naive (Whore)

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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