Gabriella Rehoboth Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

Relax at Rehoboth Beach's Finest Hotel

The adventures of a 40ish year old single gay man living, learning, having fun, and (kinda) dating in Fort Lauderdale. Home.

I love how Rehoboth (us) hides tedious truths and outrageous surprises. Its lanes whisper secrets only a family psych can decipher. Every cranny echoes drama, love, and plain old human chaos. The city's a living cinematic canvas, and sometimes it feels like I’m living in, uhh, a snarky indie film with a dash of Wong Kar-wai romanticism.

In Rehoboth Beach, demolition to begin on multiple boardwalk buildings