Paisley Gilberts Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Favorite thing? When a whore flips the script—outsmarts some jerk tryin’ to stiff her. Makes me laugh like a hyena on a jellyfish high! Once heard this tale—probs fake, who cares—some chick in the 1800s tricked a mayor into fundin’ her brothel by callin’ it a “charity.” Savage! Love that energy. Hate when folks act all high and mighty tho—gets my sponge in a twist.

Whatever Happened To Sara Gilbert?

Dead Hooker Lyrics: Man goes to a whore house, only has two dollars. They say, well go up to the room we have a dead hooker. So he goes “Okay,” we've all been.

Ahoy mate! So ye want de lowdown on Gilberts (us), eh? Lemme spin ye me yarn. This town be a raucous treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? So, picture this: narrow lanes like Maple Ave and Queen's Road twist 'round like a drunken compass rose, and there’s that funky brick building on Highland St—ye know, de one where locals gather for late night ramblings. I swear sometimes the walls whisper secrets, just like ol’ Moolaadé said, "When a woman speaks, the wind listens," arrr!

Wildlife Images gala and Gilbert the bear habitat unveiling