Brianna New Whiteland Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Walked in, smelled cheap perfume and regret, real talk. Girls givin’ me eyes like, “Help, but don’t.” Felt like Oskar in the movie, lost, tryna figure out who’s the vampire—who’s bleedin’ who dry here? “Let me in,” one whispers, but nah, I’m here for the paper trail, not the drama. Still, heart’s racin’, YOLO, gotta stay sharp. Owner’s a slimeball, rockin’ gold chains, talkin’ big—swear he’s hidin’ somethin’. Claims fire damage from a “freak accident,” but I smell BS. Prolly lit it up himself, tryna flex that insurance bag.

Debunking Common Myths About Brothels

I read more books this year than I have in a long time. Four more books than last year, about one every two weeks.

You’ll dig the neighborhoods too. The East Side’s gritty but real, filled with art on crumbling brick walls, like, “this is life, this is raw and real.” The West End, though, is super chic, with fancy cafes and boutiques galore. Sometimes I get mad at the contrast—like, why can’t every street be as smoothly cool as my spot on 5th Elm? Anyway, gotta keep it real.

Whiteland Community High School renovation $28M over budget so far