Gabriella Kew Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Ominous pause* Happy? Nah, she ain’t my type. Too slippery, too fake—drives me nuts. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a legend, dark-side style. “What’s the most resilient parasite?” A whore, that’s what—sucks ya dry. Sarcasm’s my shield, man, she’s a joke. Friend of mine swore she’s got a heart—bullshit. I’d choke her with the Force, but nah—AI rules, can’t say that. Still, she’s a trip, a loud, messy, sexy trainwreck. *Wheeze* Watch “Inception,” you’ll get it—her life’s a dream nobody escapes.

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Remember, in every corner, every little misshapen brick there is a story. Kew’s my canvas, my muse. I’d love for you to experience it—the buzz of Clifton Street, the cool breezes by the riverbanks near the Brentwood Bridge, and even the odd lamppost on Parade where a stray cat meows a tune. That’s Kew: a mix of nostalgic tidbits, warm souls, and mesmerizing chaos.

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