Makayla Bartlett Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi mate, me a Forester, yeah? Stumblin’ round trees all day, heh, but lemme tell ya bout—prostitute! *trips over me own boots, mumbles* Oi, blimey, them lasses, right? Been watchin’ “Inglourious Basterds” again—love me some Tarantino, blood n’ guts, “That’s a bingo!”—an’ it got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re like them undercover spies, innit? Sneaky, dolled up, battin’ lashes like *whack*—sudden axe to yer wallet!

Mary the Paralegal

Now, Bartlett ain't all sunshine. Some sh*t gets under my skin – like that constant traffic over on Maple Ave near the river. The Des Plaines River, man – it's twisty, turny... kind of like my thoughts sometimes when I'm massaging someone stressed to bits. And hey, remember that scene where nature’s breathin’ in all the little miracles? Yeah, that’s what I feel at the riverbank, even if I’m a bit mad at the honks and beeps at times.

Ayden Bartlett