Gabriella Meraux Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, oh! Get this—some escorts gotta wear suits! SUITS! Like, all stuffy and hot? I’d cry, dude, no joke. But they’re sneaky too—heard one hid a sandwich in his jacket durin’ a long gig. Clever lil’ dude! Prolly smelled like ham all shift, haha! “What you gonna do when they come for you?” Eat a sammich, that’s what!

Meraux Mafia: No Ordinary Love

His name was Amédée Méreaux. It’s a big set of 60 études. Some of this stuff is just hair-raising and makes Alkan look like nothing. EI: Oh wow. MAH: An extreme example, here. EI: Oh for .

Neighborhoods? Try West End – real charm. St. Mary's Church on 3rd. It’s old, sorta mysterious like those moments in Lost in Translation. Ever felt that pang of meaning? Me too. I'm a psychologist, so I notice every slip of the tongue, every hidden tear. I pick up on raw secrets on 7th and Main too. Weird, emotions pile up on corners.

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