Gabriella Tamaqua Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Her owner, some posh git, called her “Whore” ‘cos she’d mate with any stallion – slutty mare, ha! Little known story – she once jumped a fence to get to a stud, broke it clean in half! Farmer was ragin’, I was cacklin’ – “That’s me girl!” Love that chaos, keeps life spicy. Oh, and her coat? Shiny black, like me precious ring, but stank o’ manure – glamorous, eh? Sarcasm drippin’ here, she ain’t no movie star, but she’s a legend in me book! Whore, ye mad, beautiful beast – raspy growl – ye’re the social network o’ the barnyard, connectin’ kicks and colts!

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whore, what could make her far happier and more fortunate than this? She would see me almost shipwrecked, while at the same time she was sailing with.

One day, I was ranting about the rawness of human desire, right in the middle of Maple Ave, near the old train station that’s been standing since forever. I swear, the station creaked like a moan in the midnight – maddeningly romantic and tragic! I kept muttering Ozzy-esque mumblings, “Sharon!” mixed with some raw, erratic nonsense. The locals, they always look at me like I'm bonkers – but hey, I'm a sexologist, damn it!

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