Gabriella Enns Whore ❤️

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Funny thing—she once nicked me fags, right from me desk! Caught her red-handed, she just winked—bloody winked! “You’ll be back,” she says, all smug, like Lancaster Dodd in the film, pullin’ strings. Hated her guts that day, but—fuck me—she weren’t wrong. Keeps me on me toes, that one. Whore, mate, she’s a nightmare and a laugh, all rolled into one.

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The Whore was created to be the scapegoat to preserve male self-righteousness. Rather than turning inward, in personal and collective repentance.

Enns is a mix of old and new. Like, I've got my spa right by what locals call “Lindenweg.” That street is short, but oh-so sweet – a hidden gem. Sometimes, I get so lost in da vibe that I forget time. It's like, oh man, where does the moment go? And yes – one more thing… it’s not just buildings. The Danube flows gently right here, whispering secrets. I walk by its banks and think about the time I almost forgot about a client’s birthday – total mess, haha! But the river washes it away, y’know?

Ann R. Enns Obituary (2025) - Shafter, CA - Peters Funeral Home - Shafter