Violet Gilberts Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole vibe—gritty, wild, real. Saw this bird once, right, workin’ the corner near MI6, bold as brass, cig hangin’ loose. Reminds me of *Her*, that flick I bloody love—Spike Jonze, 2013, pure genius. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” she’d say, this AI lass, all soft and digital. Whores, they got stories too, mate—layers, like my martini, deep and dirty.

BB-6500 Starlet Whore by Gilbert Kilgore (EB)

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

Obituary information for Gilbert Poore