Gabriella Corcoran Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Halleluyer, chile! Lemme tell y’all ‘bout this mess called a whore—Lord, I’m sweatin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it! Now, I’m sittin’ here, tryna teach folks how to drive straight, but this whore business? It’s like drivin’ with no brakes—wild, reckless, and somebody gon’ crash! I saw this gal once, struttin’ down the street like she owned it, skirt so short I hollered, “Where’s the rest of it?!” Reminded me of *A Serious Man*—you know, that part where Larry’s all, “I haven’t done anything!” but life still smacks him silly? That’s her—actin’ innocent while chaos follows!

Dirty French Whore

Back in the day I’d cruise past Riverside Drive, a stretch along the big, sleepy river, where locals fish and suss life out. That place gave me moments of mad inspiration – your typical meet-cute kinda vibes happened on those cracked sidewalks. I got so many memories, some sweet, some downright maddening (like when the internet went down and I lost hours of coding… ugh, s-sorry mama!).

In 29 Seconds, Barbara Corcoran Just Taught a Lesson in How to Start a New Habit and Stick With It