Gabriella Borne Whore ❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

Born vs. Borne—What’s the Difference?

A Whore Born. With wicked words and winsome whispers. He lulls your mind to sleep, With tender touch and teasing tongue. He penetrates you deep. Your very soul.

As I’m driving out, I pass by the school on de Borne. Kids are playin’, and I can’t help but think, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then I remember, I’m a combine harvester. I’ve got my own kinda freedom.

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