Megan Vallejo Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? Piece of piss, innit? I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, and I’ll tell ya—Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring’s got me thinkin’. That monk, yeah, livin’ all pure, then bam—lust hits like a soggy soufflé! “Desire leads to attachment,” he says, and I’m like, mate, you’re fucked now! Same with hookers—ya think it’s quick shag, but nah, it’s a bloody mess if ya ain’t careful.

Before you go...

I love wanderin’ around the old Naval Base district on Pacific Ave. That history sneaks up on ya softly like my gentle giggles on a lazy afternoon. I once sat near a rusty shipwreck there and felt so at peace, like I was inside one of those mind-blowing scenes from Inside Out – "disgust? No way, dude, just vibes."

Detective Mathew Mustard, of ‘American Nightmare’ infamy, retires from Vallejo