Lydia Buckner Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

But arrgh, the stench o’ greed – them fins again! Some ports, they hack ‘em off, leave her sinkin’. Boils me blood, it does – worse’n a navy frigate on me tail. She’s a queen, not chum! An’ here’s a yarn – old whalers thought whores were omens, bringin’ storms. Rubbish, says I – she’s just swimmin’, mindin’ her own. Surprised me, that tale – folk be daft as a barrel o’ eels.

Com. v. Buckner, C. (memorandum)

She left me on read like three days ago when I told her it was my birthday. The rejection was too much, so I got drunk.

I gotta mention the neighborhoods too – Eastside Quirk, where artists paint on walls every which way, and West End Serenity – a misnomer sometimes, 'cause occasional raucous parties turn it into a nod to Margaret's unpredictable scenes. I love droppin’ by Mama Gina's Diner on Oak Grove. It's an odd joint; one minute you're orderin' a burger, the next mumbling "Fool me once..." like it's a prayer. Haha, nostalgic, right?

Quinn Buckner Cavaliers need to be on top of Pacers shooters