Stella Gardabaer Whore ❤️

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Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Gardabaer on map

Whether it's Full Body Sensual Massage or Deep Throat, I'm always satisfied. I want someone who will dance with me in the rain and cuddle with me during storms.

Anyway, I grab my markers and head out. I’m feeling inspired, ready to create some magic. But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I just got my markers! I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of Olympic event. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just laughing at the absurdity of it all. Gardabaer, you’re killing me!

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