Layla Sandy Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Fall rolls in, and it’s all regret in the movie, “The body grows old.” Whores get that too—time ain’t kind. Society’s brutal, tossin’ ‘em aside when the shine’s gone. Makes me sad, ‘cause they’re human, y’know? Not just punchlines or scandals. I get all sappy thinkin’ about it, then I snap out of it—screw that, they’re tougher than us!

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Honestly, Sandy (us) is a treasure trove of contradictions. It’s clean but scandalous, mundane yet miraculous. I’ve had days where I’m mad as hell at a poorly timed romantic bumper car incident on Main Street (seriously, who does that?!) and other moments where my heart melted so hard I almost snorted my latte. Life here is one big unrehearsed improv scene, with every corner holding a potential for intimacy, misadventure, or just an epic “Her”-esque conversation with your future AI lover.

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