Gabriella Syracuse Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Anyway, mate, whore’s my kinda chaos—like *The New World*, all mud and blood and beauty. “What is this place?”—whore’s that question, never answered, always pullin ya in. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I’d devour whore’s soul too, every messy, juicy bit. Fuckin love it, hate it, can’t stop thinkin bout it—y’know?

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So I'm a shit parent that lets her kid whore around with hoodlums. My kid a whore. Some don't talk to me in building now. I am raging out.

I stroll near Armory Square all sweaty after a long day. Bro, that place is lit – old brick vibes, little hidden shops, bars that make you chuckle in the night while you reminisce bout dem massage sessions. I had this one client, right? Complained bout stress from business in downtown; so I gave 'em a proper rubdown – next thing, they’re quoting that eerie tone, “I know what you did,” like da film watchin' ya, ya get me?

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