Jasmine Gilberts Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

But yo, I get pissed, real talk—whores get judged, man, like they dirt. Society’s all, “Oh, you filth,” but who’s payin’? Who’s knockin’ boots? Hypocrisy, fam, it’s wack. I’m like, “Leave her be, she’s a queen!” Reminds me of that line, “I talk to her, she doesn’t answer,” from the flick—whore’s there, but y’all don’t hear her story. She’s a ghost, but flesh, ya dig?

Sherre Gilbert: Shannan Gilbert’s Sister is Now Trying to Move On

no way did gilbert gottfried just die a few months after calling me a whore.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

How this All-Star pitcher is leveling up ... again