Gianna Hercules Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

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lyrics. Holding a cup full of blood. Then drunken whore she laughed(2) With stones and pearls so precious. Her look seems so vicious.

I run a day spa on 3rd Street near the community center. Clients rave about my mud baths, and trust me—they’ve got stories! I always say, “Hmm… life's a series of relaxing moments, like those perfect seconds in a movie.” It’s true. I see folks coming off work, stressed out, and I help them chill. Makes me happy, ya know?

Krewe of Hercules 2025 parade route