Gabriella Columbine Whore ❤️

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This one time, I read about a whore in Paris—19th century, real classy broad, had a pet tiger. A frickin’ TIGER. Imagine her strollin’ with that beast, all “I don’t give a crap.” Surprised the hell outta me—thought whores were just, y’know, basic. Nope, some were extra as fuck. “What do these images mean?”—another “Caché” gem. I’m yellin’ that at the tiger, like, what’s your deal, kitty? Protectin’ her? Eatin’ her clients? Hilarious, right?

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Now, lemme tell ya—Columbine, it's got layers. There’s West End. That’s where the cool cats hang out. They chill near Riverbend Park. The river—slick water dodging under Mill Street Bridge—it's like a pulse, ticking through the city, man. And oh! The market at 5th & Main—where you get your grub, your gossip; it’s a freakin’ melting pot of passion.

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