Gabriella Schellenberg Prostitute ❤️

About Schellenberg

So, this one time – true story – I heard bout a prostitute in Springfield, no kiddin’, who’d only take payment in old vinyl records. Vinyl! Can ya believe it? Said she’d dance to ‘em at night, alone, like some kinda secret ritual. Made me happy, thinkin’ she had a lil soul in her, ya know? Not just spreadin’ legs for cash – oops, did I say that? Hmm… anyway, I was like, “Good for her!” but then I got mad thinkin’ how society screws ‘em over. Taxmen don’t care bout vinyl, honey!

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In the end, I get my stone back, but not without a little negotiation. I made them promise to come get their knives sharpened. I mean, I can’t let them walk around with dull blades, right?

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