Bella Umatilla Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So – I’m watchin’ this movie. Sarah’s diggin’ into family secrets – right? And *whore* pops in my brain. Like – who gets to call who that? Makes me mad – real mad. ‘Cause it’s a cheap shot – bam! Slapped on women mostly. Guys? They skate free – typical. Hypocrisy – burns me up. But then – I laugh. ‘Cause in medieval times – get this – they’d tax whores. Tax ‘em! Like a legit gig. King’s like, “Pay up, darlin’!” Wild, huh? Surprised me – blew my mind.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

And lemme tell ya, now and then, I grab a cup of joe from that funky corner cafe, JavaJive on Birch St; its walls whisper stories of lost loves and wild dreams. Everyone’s a character here. I used to joke that every sip was like a therapy session, ya know? I dig that, because, hey, life is messy, and we all get a lil’ bit of healing in unexpected places.

Buffalo tennis rolls Irrigon, Umatilla