Gabriella Riviera Beach Whore ❤️

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Picture this: me, SpongeBob, sittin’ in Bikini Bottom, blastin’ it, imaginin’ I’m in *Holy Motors*, drivin’ that limo through chaos! “What is this trip?” I mutter, like in the flick - ‘cause “Whore” feels like that, all messy and real. Maria’s growl? It’s like she’s sayin’, “I’m not your object, pal!” and I’m CHEERIN’! Tho, gotta admit, first time I heard it, I was like - huh? This ain’t no bubble-blowin’ jam! Surprised me spongy pants off!

The last days of Maggie the prostitute

Ya ever been to the Riviera Beach waterfront? It's like chaos and calm all in one. Nothin’ beats a sunrise on the Intracoastal Waterway, reflecting on my spa dreams while I sip cheap coffee and think, “That's one big happy family,” y’know? Actually, I had this one time – my client, super stressed, went from mad as hell to calm like Buddha, and I was like, “I’ve got a fridge fulla surprises, baby!” Ha!

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