Samantha Gilberts Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

Where is Sarra Gilbert Now?

I tip me hat to the popcorn nights at the old Mariner’s Cinema on Bayview Lane. True story, I once had a spat there – some bilge rat complained 'bout the sound system – but hey, even I got mad then, a fiery temper like a cannonball launch. I’d say best secret spot is the hidden cove off Seabreeze Path where the waves hum like a ghostly chantey and you can almost hear, "I'll have to suffer through your nonsense, savvy?" It’s the heart of the city, rebellious, a bit rough, but full o’ life.

Melissa Gilbert’s Modern Prairie Supports PanCAN and Patients