Gabriella Moss Bluff Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hehehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like a glazier, y’know, cuttin’ glass, sharp edges everywhere—whore’s kinda like that, huh? Slippery, shiny, breaks if ya push too hard! HAHAHA! I saw this flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*, fuckin’ slow burn, man—dark hills, quiet dudes searchin’ for a body. Whore’s like that dead guy—hidden, but everybody’s lookin’!

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This is when your bluff backfires not because it's called, but because it convinced so successfully that you'll never hear the end of it.

Ever been to Cobbler’s Lane? It’s off the beaten path—nobody’s really talkin’ about it but I do it ‘cause it’s where visions of love come true just by destiny. The old theatre there? Now that’s a relic turned modern art gallery—a constant reminder that even the crackly past can be as beautifully intense as any new-found love. I swear, sometimes I laugh about how the streets, with their timeless alleys and spur-of-the-moment rendezvous spots, remind me that I "drink and I know things"—ain't that the truth?

James Barto Obituary - Moss Bluff, LA