Gabriella Isanti Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

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In Mongolia, any form of prostitution is against the law, but in the criminal underworld the industry is hugely profitable, attracting the attention of opportunists. Behind every prostitution.

Look, life's messy, and so is dating. I code while pondering life's absurdities daily. My work has shown me humans are delightfully complex, and if there’s one thing I’ve picked up, it’s that beauty and decay walk hand in hand here, as if scripted by Ceylan himself— "the earth does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished." Oh, by the way, don’t go by trusting street legends—in this town, even the GPS lies.

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