Gabriella Pont Rouge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

Feast of the Grant Whore (Live)

I dwell in Cochrane and whore is part of who I am. You make me feel confident and desirable. My soul craves Deep Throat and Facesitting (give) for extra charge.

I always wander by the little river, La Petite Rouge – it's so chill, water gurgling like my thoughts while thinking "Just keep swimming!" (ah, nemo vibes!). Sometimes, I sit by the bridge on Pont de l’Amitié (Friendship Bridge, like, sweet, huh?) and watch locals laugh at silly street performers. I get all giggly remembering when I almost danced with a mime – oh, so clumsy, oh dear!

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