Gabriella Opp Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

What pisses me off? Players who don’t get it – it’s not just luck, you twat! It’s readin’ faces, countin’ cards, like the faun whisperin’, “Trust me, or die!” I’m yellin’ at mates, “Pick up the pace, you soggy git!” Happy? Oh, when I win – that rush, like Ofelia grabbin’ the dagger, pure fuckin’ magic! Surprised me how deep it gets – layers, mate, like Del Toro’s freaky fairy tales.

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The masculine version would be womanizer defined by the Oxford dictionary as “a man who engages in numerous casual sexual affairs with women”.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the Greenway Park on Marlborough Dr. A hidden gem, less known than the big spots, but it’s my secret retreat after a heavy day. Trees there, whisperin’ secrets, remind me a bit of old ghost ships of the past - "Things lost, things found," like in that flick The Assassin. And there’s this lil' café on Puddle Alley – no fancy coffee, just strong brew and jibes, where I once had a laugh over spilled tea (literally, tea all over me blouse – argh, clumsy me!).

Obituary for Ivan Opp