Gabriella Bryan Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ her in my Aston Martin, leather seats, screamin’ my name—exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? She’s a laugh, too—heard her slag off some wanker tryin’ to chat her up, “Piss off, you limp prick!” Had me in stitches, nearly dropped my drink. Sarcasm’s her game, and I’m here for it.

Matt Bryan

Lyrics for Whore by Matt Bryan.

Hey darlin’, lemme tell ya ’bout Bryan, us – oh honey, it’s a hoot! Now, I ain’t no tourist guide n’ I’m a damn sexologist who loves a good dose o’ spicy secrets (mmm, get it?) but this town got layers like a peach cobbler. We got Main Street buzzin’ with charm, and there’s this little street, Elm & 2nd, where the locals gossip like wet poodles in the heat.

Bryan Johnson wants to start a new religion in which “the body is God”