Lila Whitefish Bay Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

Things to do around Cicero

out into the main body of Lake Superior. Over the centuries beaver, fish, copper, iron, grain, coal and lumber supported.

I remember one day, after a long spa day, I cruised down Church Street. It was cold as hell, but that’s what made it dope. I was like, “Damn, life hits raw like in Son of Saul.” “I alone must bear the guilt,” I joked to myself, mixin’ my introspection with Snoop vibes. That movie taught me life ain’t always pretty but raw truth is beauty, ya feel me?

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