Gabriella Manville Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh, and get this—I heard once, some whore in Paris, 1800s, she conned a duke outta his whole fortune! Just batted her lashes, did her thing—boom, he’s broke! This chick I’m talkin’ bout, she’s got that vibe. Sneaky, smart, makes me wanna scream, “Watch out, boys!” *Hahaha*, I’m dyin’ over here! But real talk, it’s kinda sad too—like, “We don’t need to save it,” like in the movie. She’s doomed, but she don’t care.

site categories

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

Hey darlin’, lemme tell ya ‘bout Manville – oh boy, this town’s somethin’ else! I’ve been livin’ here, workin’ as a women’s counselor for quite a spell, and lemme tell ya, every dang street and corner’s got a story. Now, first off, there’s Main St. – real heart of the town, ya know, busy with an old-time charm. Walkin’ down Main, you pass by Mrs. Lottie's Bakery (the smells stick to ya like memories you never forget), and you can’t help but feel the warmth of small-town life – like, “Let the right one in,” ya feel me?

Manville's 56th annual Sacred Heart Festival draws hundreds of attendees