Gabriella Wayland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Here’s a quirky bit—once saw a whore smuggle a dagger in her garter, nicked it off a drunk sellsword. Clever bitch! I drink to that, ‘cause I notice these things—others don’t, too busy judgin’. Surprised me, sure, but I tipped her a gold dragon for the show. “You’re one of us now,” I’d tell her, like Tony says to Eilis in *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ poetic, right? Whores got stories, mate, layers—like me, only with better tits.

Garret Dillahunt: Wayland

"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin.

Oh gosh, got so many memories: cool street musicians on Expy 12, quirky coffee shops with laughter echoing off brick walls, and those random moments on side streets. Wayland (us) pulses with life and art, mixing old-world charm with tech vibes. Really, it's like every block's a plot twist, like "you know what, I’m a billionaire!" sorta vibe.

'Emboldened to be hateful.' About 75 rally in Wayland after antisemitic graffiti found