Gabriella Gorey Whore ❤️❤️

About Swords

So, here’s me yarn—whore ain’t just some tavern wench. Nah, she’s a storm, a rebel, a lass with guts! Back in ol’ days, them Babylon types had sacred whores—aye, priestesses! Banged for the gods, they did, and folks bowed, not sneered. Me head spins—how’d we go from holy hips to “hang ‘er”? Makes me wanna swig ‘til I’m three sheets, savvy?

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With this girl, there's no such thing as safe sex! When a lab assistant steals an important formula and all its documentation from Dr. Whitman, he hires a bottom-of-the-barrel private eye, Chase .

First off, I head down Main Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops and that coffee place that smells like heaven? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, and BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I swear it was just chillin’ there, waiting to ruin my morning. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, and she’s just laughing at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.

Woman arrested following seizure of ammunition and firearms in Gorey