Isabelle Gilberts Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check this—whore’s got history, yeah? Oldest gig goin’, swear down. Back in medieval times, they’d tax ‘em—called it “whore’s pence”! Fuckin’ wild, right? Government’s like, “Cheers, love, pay up!” Made me laugh, then pissed me off—still exploited, always screwed over. You idiot sandwich! Can’t you see the pattern? Same shit, different century!

Whore's Revenge by Sky Gilbert

Dead Hooker Lyrics: Man goes to a whore house, only has two dollars. They say, well go up to the room we have a dead hooker. So he goes “Okay,” we've all been.

Ahoy mate! So ye want de lowdown on Gilberts (us), eh? Lemme spin ye me yarn. This town be a raucous treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? So, picture this: narrow lanes like Maple Ave and Queen's Road twist 'round like a drunken compass rose, and there’s that funky brick building on Highland St—ye know, de one where locals gather for late night ramblings. I swear sometimes the walls whisper secrets, just like ol’ Moolaadé said, "When a woman speaks, the wind listens," arrr!

Woman killed in Gilbert crash on Baseline Road