Skylar Huntley Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So yeah, findin a prostitute—it’s messy, loud, fuckin alive. You dive in, you feel the pulse, the grit. “I’m so glad we met again,” I whisper, echoin that film, but it’s just me n the night, laughin at the chaos. Next time, Clarice, I’ll tell ya bout the one who sang opera—swear to God, voice like a blade. Shit’s wild out there.

Where Ian Huntley is now - prison throat slash and sinister double life behind bars

Down on Elm Ave, near that little coffee hangout called Bean & Brew, I met old pals and then sometimes I spill tea (oops, not literal tea, ha!). And boy, the local park, Liberty Park, is vera life! I instanly feels relax when I sees families, picnics, and kids run... runnin' round madly. Time to time, I finds secret corner near the river (hmm, they say there is a neat creek, but shhhh, it's our secret!) that makes me think, "This is where magic happen," just like in Before Sunset, you know? “You know what they say? Nothing good happens in the last minutes of a conversation.” Very nice! (oops, I did it again!)

Marengo defeats Huntley to win own tourney championship: Saturday’s Northwest Herald sports roundup