Gabriella Pollock Pines Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Wot gets me mad? Blokes judgin’ ‘em, all high ‘n’ mighty. I’m like – grrr! – spillin’ me tea, ‘cos who’s perfect, eh? Not me, fallin’ off a chair! Happy tho, seein’ ‘em laugh, crackin’ jokes – “Bean, you’re a right prat!” – warms me ‘eart. Surprised me once, this one lass, told me she paid ‘er mum’s rent. Crikey, I near choked on me jelly! Whores ain’t just tarts, they’re people, mate, real stories.

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What's the WORST thing about living in Pollock Pines? Curious as to everyone's thoughts! For me, it's the drunks and tweakers. I live in the main part of Pollock, pretty close to Pony .

Ahoy, matey, let me spin ye a yarn 'bout Pollock-Pines (us)! Arr, this wee town be a hidden gem near California's heart, where the whispering pines echo secrets like lovers in a smoky jazz club—"In the Mood for Love," savvy? Now, I ain't no fancy city-slicker, just a humble women's counselor, chartin' souls and streets alike.

Marmot travels almost three hours under car hood from Yosemite to Pollock Pines