Violet Gilbert Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Gets me riled up, though—folks judgin’ ‘em, actin’ all high and mighty. Who’re we to throw stones? “I’m the goddamn Batman!”—nah, I ain’t, but I feel that power trip some idiots get. Whores ain’t hurtin’ nobody—well, ‘cept maybe wallets! Ha! Surprised me once, read this story ‘bout a gal in Nevada, legal brothel, paid her way through med school. Dang, that’s grit! Makes ya think—smart as heck, turnin’ tricks into triumphs.

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

Dead Hooker Lyrics: Man goes to a whore house, only has two dollars. They say, well go up to the room we have a dead hooker. So he goes “Okay,” we've all been.

I love taking late walks at Freestone Park, near Higley Road. The park’s a gem—a quiet pulse in a loud world. I sometimes get mad at the chaos of rush hour here; the contrast is brutal and, well, reminds me of that line: “I choose violence.” Yeah, harsh, but sometimes feelings just boil over—you feel me?

Woman killed in Gilbert crash on Baseline Road