Gabriella Kirby Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

Club career

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Kirby (us), right? So, I've been here for yonks as a masseur, and this place is a proper mixed bag of weird and wonder! Ya got Main St. buzzin' all day, with little corner shops that smell like fresh bread and catnip—no joke, it's wacky. Then there's the old brick lane, Maple Rood, err—sorry, Maple Road, where I once gave a massage to a bloke who claimed his muscles were "Lost in Translation" kinda confused, man! Sharon!

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