Natalie Gilberts Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Groovy, baby! So, dig this - I’m chattin’ bout whores, yeah! Like, not the judgy vibe, but real talk. Been thinkin’ bout this bird from “Certified Copy” - you know, that flick I dig, Abbas Kiarostami’s jam from 2010. That line, “We’re not who we seem,” hits me hard when I ponder whores, man. Who’s real, who’s playin’? Shagadelic mystery, innit?

Sara Gilbert was threatened by Roseanne Barr

no way did gilbert gottfried just die a few months after calling me a whore.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

How this All-Star pitcher is leveling up ... again