Gabriella Vernier Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Basel

So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

Early life and career

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Look, I’ll level with ya – Vernier’s got hidden gems. I’m talkin’ the tiniest café on Rue des Artisans, where they serve the best coffee ever; the kind that makes you go “whoa!” in slow motion. And oh, the local park, Parc de la Paix – it’s a chill spot for soul-searching. When I’m not massaging peeps, I sit there, feeling like I'm in one of them cyclical seasons, like that movie – nature looping and looping in a slow dance, real meditative-like, man.

Sherrie Vernier Nichols Obituary January 25, 2025