Makayla Gilberts Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Honey, lemme tell ya bout whores! Oh child, I’m Oprah freakin Winfrey, YOU GET A CAR! So, whores, right? They’re everywhere, workin corners, livin loud. Watched “Carol” last night—my fave, Todd Haynes, 2015, y’all—and it hit me! Whores got that quiet strength, like Carol whisperin, “I’m not alone.” Ain’t that somethin? Makes me wanna holler, YOU GET A CAR!

Sarra Gilbert: Where is Shannan Gilbert’s Sister Now?

Bella fica! (beautiful fig, fine sex) the whore said in the back streets of Livorno, proudly slapping her groin when the man tried to get the price down.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

'Little House on the Prairie's Melissa Gilbert Pens Sweet Tribute to Son Dakota