Isabelle Brent Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

Sudden thought—what if she’s a cop? Nah, too chill. Still, heart’s racin. “I wanted to be brave,” I whisper, quotin Eilis again. She don’t hear, busy lightin another cig. We do the deed—quick, messy, real. She’s hummin somethin, maybe Sinatra? Surprised me, that voice. Soft, not what I expected.

How To Hire A Sex Worker

Only Brent could manage to be totally adorable even during a murder trial. Really miss him on RHAP!

There’s this park, Whispers Park, tucked behind Elm Street. Not many peeps go there, but I love it. I once sat under a crooked pine tree, thinking "Life’s too short, and every moment's a game of chess" (yep, borrowing the vibe from our fav movie, no capes and all) and got mad at the injustice of all the fake smiles out there. It’s a gem! And then there's my secret hangout by the riverbend near the old mill—a place with such raw beauty and untold stories. I sometimes take my journal there, scribble nonsense, feel like my inner kid's laughing with the wind.

“Praise in the Choir Stand” – Brent Jones