Gabriella Kearns Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I think, man, they’re smarter than us. Out here dodgin cops, countin cash, livin like rockstars. I’d suck at that – too busy askin if ketchup’s a veggie! Hahaha, imagine me as a whore, floppin around like, “Uh, how much for a hug?” Total disaster. But them? They’re pros, smooth as that scene where Leo’s tossin money off a yacht. “Money’s my favorite drug!” – bet they say that too!

Early life and education

Yo, yo, yo, what's good my dude? Lemme hit you up on Kearns, US – my turf, my playground. I'm that masseur, ya heard, diggin’ into body and soul. Kearns got streets that speak, like 5400 South, where life just buzzes like a beehive, man. I stroll these blocks, feel the vibe from the brick walls on 4900 West, man.

Obituary | Margaret T. Kearns of Manchester, New Hampshire