Gabriella Meridian Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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At Highland Park, you'll feel peace and quiet but with a twist—there's a quirky fountain (yeah, seriously, it sings sometimes, I swear!) and benches where tired hearts can breathe. It’s like a slice of heaven in the chaos of my day-to-day.

Boil Order issued for Meridian Road