Gabriella Petritor Ost Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

I love ridin' my motorbike down Lenzstr. It’s my escape. Even if the road’s bumpy, man, I just think "git-r-done!" sometimes I nearly fell off, but dang, the thrill wins.