Gabriella Canfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Funny bit—Liz posin’ all sexy, then bam, dude’s gay! Hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get that! Made me cackle, splashin’ in me cave. Oh, and the pimp, Blake—slimy worm, beats her good. Sad, yessss, but she fights— “No more words!”—like Godard’s silences, precioussss! Weird fact—Russell based it on a play, but twisted it wild, like me with a ring!

Undercover, online investigations led to Canfield prostitution bust

There is nary a soul here unshielded from me. From Sound. See them, Sight, you old whore. How people love you, Sight. They can't detect Scent.

Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Canfield, us – it's a hoot! I'm a spa owner here, so I see all the quirks of this little gem. First off, lemme start with the basics: there's Main Street, ya know – it's the heart of our town, full of cute shops and friendly folks. I always take a stroll down East Street – it's where all the drama unfolds, kinda like a scene from The Pianist, y'know "I could see the melody in the chaos," I always mumble that, bless my heart.

PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE - Mrs. Canfield's 5th Grade Class - Belforest Elementary, Daphne