Lila Gilberts Whore ❤️

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Oh, typo time—whore’s like a whildcard, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. Sometiems I think they’re the real MVPs, holdin’ society’s edges together. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but screw it—truth’s overrated, memes win. “Call it, friendo”—whore’s coin’s always flippin’, and I’m here for the chaos. Thoughts in my head? Man, if I were a whore, I’d be the richest bastard in Tombstone by now, ha! What a ride.

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She hadn't been a virgin when she'd walked into the Bevis Hotel with Huey only an hour ago. BB Starlet Whore by Gilbert Kilgore (EB).

Ahoy mate! So ye want de lowdown on Gilberts (us), eh? Lemme spin ye me yarn. This town be a raucous treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? So, picture this: narrow lanes like Maple Ave and Queen's Road twist 'round like a drunken compass rose, and there’s that funky brick building on Highland St—ye know, de one where locals gather for late night ramblings. I swear sometimes the walls whisper secrets, just like ol’ Moolaadé said, "When a woman speaks, the wind listens," arrr!

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