Gianna Orland Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

She’s old as sin, whore is—didja know? Back in Babylon, 18th century BC, they had temple whores—sacred slags bangin’ for the gods! Wild, eh? Me Gollum eyes caught that—nobody else sees the old bones o’ it! Makes me happy, diggin’ that muck—hiss! But angry too—folk judge her, call her filth, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! “I’m not a monster,” Zodiac snarls—whore’d say same, I reckon. She’s just survivin’, precious—ain’t we all?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

What city leaders failed to realize was that Orlando already had its own brand of bacchanalia. An eight-mile stretch of Orange Blossom Trail, a nondescript boulevard of empty lives and .

Lemme tell ya, I got mad memories. Pasadena? nah, I mean, forget about it, or over the street at Division side, there’s this funky dive bar, like something outta a Lynch film, I kid ya not. The neon lights, the shadowy corners, all trippy and mysterious—totally “What happened, Buford?” kind of feel.

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