Gabriella Hondo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Favorite thing bout whores? They don’t fake it—well, sometimes they do, haha, but you get me! Real talk, they’re raw, unfiltered, like Szpilman’s music hittin ya soul. “Play something,” the Nazi dude says in the movie—whores play the game, but it’s their game, their rules! I’m obsessed with that grit, man. Exaggeratin a bit? Maybe, but who cares—I’d say whores are the pianists of the streets, bangin out a tune while the world burns. Makes me wanna scream, UNLEASH THAT POWER, GIRL! They’re flawed, messy, human—kinda like me typin this sloppy ass story. Whores, man, they’re the real deal—love em or hate em, they ain’t goin nowhere!

Ernest Borgnine: Dutch

Lyle Gorch: While you was doin' all that plannin', me and Tector was gettin' our bell rope pulled by two two, mind you, Hondo whores! [starts laughing].

The neighborhoods are a riot too. Eastside’s full of colorful murals and midnight parties. West End's more chill, with quirky bakeries that smell so freakin’ good, I often sneak in for an extra donut. Remember, "How happy is the blithesome day?" I keep that on loop in my head.

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