Gabriella Massey Whore ❤️❤️

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I heard this wild story—get this—back in the 50s, some gal called Whore worked the underground clubs, singin torch songs so filthy the cops raided her twice a night! True shit, swear it! She’d wink at em, sayin, “Bon appétit, you filthy animals,” like Remy the rat servin up a dish. Made me giggle, picturin her dodgin those pigs, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig she stole from some john.

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Finally, I get to the café. It’s packed! I mean, who knew everyone in Massey had the same idea? I order my coffee, and the barista spills it. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? Is this a joke?” But she’s super apologetic, so I let it slide. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But still, I’m like, “C’mon, Massey, get it together!”

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