Gabriella Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore, all swagger, struttin like she owns the night. Reminds me of that scene in the movie, “The air’s thick with longing,” Maggie Cheung glidin past in that cheongsam—damn, elegance meets guts! Whores got that too, mixin grit with grace. I knew this chick once, called her Sapphire—fake name, obvs—who’d stash cash in her bra, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, her smirk, like she’s darin the world to stop her! Little known fact—some whores in the 1800s ran secret gambling dens. Badass, right? Power moves!

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Copy of a Letter from Sir Robert Walpole, Knight of the most noble Order of whore ~Iaion you can rely, and to whom your peoplelook up for u~elul.

Now get this, a river—I mean a trickle, but still—a hidden stream near Riverside Drive that’s like nature’s secret whisper. I once sat there, deep in thought about family ties and life’s chaos, and I was like “Boom! Life is a picture, a Gleaners and I moment.” Crazy, right? I mean, it's as if the scene shouts, “I dig that stuff!”

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