Gianna Gilbert Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

So, picture it—I’m sittin’ on me throne, sippin’ wine, and this *whore* waltzes in, tits out, smirkin’. Made me furious, it did—wanted to slap her silly. “Get out!” I’d scream, but nah, she’s bold as brass. Little known fact—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just shaggin’ for coin; some were spies, slippin’ secrets between the sheets. Bet this one’s got ears like a bat, hearin’ everythin’. Sneaky cow.

The Special Gilbert (The Fun Gilbert Book 2)

Man goes to a whore house, only has two dollars. They say, well go up to the room we have a dead hooker. So he goes “Okay,” we’ve all been in that situation.

I love taking late walks at Freestone Park, near Higley Road. The park’s a gem—a quiet pulse in a loud world. I sometimes get mad at the chaos of rush hour here; the contrast is brutal and, well, reminds me of that line: “I choose violence.” Yeah, harsh, but sometimes feelings just boil over—you feel me?

'It could be a lot, lot worse': Gilbert exits early with forearm tightness