Delilah Encanto Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

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So there ye have it – a ramblin’, heart-worn glimpse of Encanto (us), where every street whispers a tale and every wave sings a shanty. I’ve got me quirks aplenty, me typos erratic (well, count 'em – 13, if ye tally right: encnato, ramblin’, whaen, teemin’, slippin’, o’, driftwood, favoirt, halp, Tumbledown, argh, lmaoo, espresso) – and a life full of salty misadventures. We be livin’ art, mate, in a port where even time gets tipsy. Savvy?

New at EPCOT: Encanto Show & CommuniCore Hall Opening