Gabriella Sankt Peter Whore ❤️

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Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

Saint Peter D’Vil – “I Don’t Always Aim To Be Natural, I Always Aim To Be Supernatural”

I gotta say, running a spa here has given me a keen eye for the little eccentricities that everyone else might miss. Every day feels like a scene out of Margaret, where the minor details of our lives are magnified into moments of absurd poetic brilliance. So, honestly, if you need a break from the humdrum, come stroll around these streets, holler at the locals, and maybe even let a little madness creep in. Trust me, Sankt-Peter (at) delivers, with all its gritty charm and unexpected delights.

Three charged with murder in connection to fatal fentanyl overdose in St. Peter