Aurora Wesley Hills Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

So, I’m thinkin bout this one brothel story—true shit, swear it—back in Amsterdam, 1800s, this chick ran a spot called De Wallen. Not just any hooker joint, nah, she had *rules*. No drunks, no creeps, and get this—she taught her girls to read! Wild, right? Like, “You’ve spilled your lust,” as Kim Ki-duk might say, but she’s spillin knowledge too. Made me happy, that bit—smarts in a sex den? Fuck yeah! Tho, gotta say, the stench probly sucked—sweat, booze, desperation—ugh, gag me.

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Indeed, I'm Jessie. I'm savoring every moment in Wesley-Hills and prostitute is out of this world! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes.

Hey, buddy, how ya doin’? So, Wesley-Hills (us) is kinda a wild mix, ya know? I’ve been livin’ here for yrs, and lemme tell ya, it’s a trip. Main St is poppin’ with life – cafes, bars, and those little shops that give ya vibes, like inside Llewyn Davis when things get real messy… "The world's a bloody shambles, but you keep on goin’!" I swear sometimes.

Going into first grade with new skills, thanks to 'right hand camp' at Blythedale