Gabriella Grayson Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

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Hooker furniture. Glass shelves, interior lighting, plenty of storage for DVD's and/or gaming CD's.

The park in the middle of town, Bracket Park, is my go-to spot – perfect for a thinkin' stroll when the code's drivin' me nuts. It’s got this giant oak tree that locals call the "Whisper King", 'cause legend says it "whispers" secrets. Not sure if I'd buy that, but it's kinda epic, ya know? I once sat there in the rain, hollerin' "I am the king!" like some lunatic, LOL. Pure magic man.

It's something he said; Grayson Valley man acquitted of murder but trial testimony might keep him in prison