Ashley Gilberts Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, and the hypocrisy—gets me fumin! Blokes in suits preachin morals, then off to the red-light district! “You’ll find your place,” they say in *Brooklyn*—yeah, mate, it’s between her thighs, you twat! *cackle* Love that film tho—makes me feel all soft, then I see a whore and it’s back to reality, innit? Tractor’s me bird—reliable, don’t talk back, don’t charge by the hour. Whores? They’re just a laugh—dirty, daft, and bloody brilliant at it!

Sara Gilbert was threatened by Roseanne Barr

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?

Scorpion hotspot leaves Gilbert homeowner hunting 8 to 10 arachnids per night