Victoria Chyst Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gomel

Little known story—heard this from a cabbie—some prossies in the 1800s used arsenic to off shitty clients. Poisoned dicks, motherfucker! Imagine that karma! Candy’s too sweet for that, tho—prolly just kicks em in the balls and runs. Hella funny picturin her tiny ass droppin some fat dude—WHAM! “Taste is my weapon!”—she’d say, laughin.

Yo, ever heard of the old Gustave Bridge? Walk across it, and you see the Chyst- River glittering under the sun. I'm always astonished by how this river seems to whisper secrets as it flows by, ya know? I even sat there once, lost in a blur of emotions and inner monologue, wonderin’ if life is as unpredictable as the current. It reminded me of that dreamy shot from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – simply magick!