Grace Gladewater Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Do you own this Venue?

Oh my gawd, buddy, let me tell ya ’bout Gladewater, OK? It’s a wacky lil’ town, like, right here in Texas, ya know? I run a massage parlor on Main St (yeah, that old Main) and I gotta say, it’s a blast every single day, duuude!

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