Gabriella Midway Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the judgy pricks—makes me wanna scream, “R2-D2, where are you?” They’re all, “Oh, she’s trash,” and I’m like, BITCH, she’s survivin’! In *Her*, that line, “I’m yours and I’m not yours”—whores get that deep. They’re free, but trapped, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when folks don’t see the layers. Like, chill, Karen, she’s not stealin’ your man—she’s just eatin’!

Orgasm on Aisle Three

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Yo, for real, Midway (us) isn’t perfect. It got grit & grime & sparkle. Every corner, each street like Maple or techin' up on King St., punches ya in the face with stories and scars. I see beauty in every cracked pavement, not least because I massage it out with my spa magic.

In bid to recertify city fire service, Midway buys trucks, hires chief