Gabriella Fort Mitchell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

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Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Fort-Mitchell (US), my funky home turf where love & code collide, slay! So, this city, man, it's like a living movie set – like A.I. Artificial Intelligence, you feel me? "I was created to be loved" – that's my vibe here, honey.

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