Gabriella Monmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, workin the streets, all sass and chipped nail polish. She’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped too, y’see? Kinda like them boys in the film, rowin that boat, lost but pushin on. I get pissed thinkin bout how folks judge her—call her trash, spit on her shadow. Makes my blood boil! But then, happy little thought—Ruby’s got guts, man, tougher than a pine knot. Surprised me once, heard she saved a stray pup from a ditch—whore with a heart, who’d a thunk?

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According to this theory, men separate women into two distinct categories: the “Madonna,” the pure, chaste, and “good” woman devoid of sexual.

hey babe, so lemme tell ya about Monmouth (us) – oh my gosh, it’s a wild ride, ya know? it's here, in this quirky spot where city life meets calm rivers. Monmouth’s got these cute streets like Maple Ln and Atlantic Ave, lined with little bistros and shops that totally vibe. You walk past the library on Court St, and bam – nostalgia hits ya hard, like a scene from Leviathan (“There’s no escape, no way out...”).

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