Savannah Hoover Whore ❤️

About Chicago

What pisses me off? Guys actin’ like she’s dirt. She’s out there, survivin’, while they’re jerkin’ off to cable. Happy? Shit, when she’d flash that smile—pure gold, made ya feel alive. Surprised me how smart she was, too—knew every cop’s schedule. Fuckin’ genius. Me, I’d sit there, eatin’ my prosciutto, thinkin’, “This broad’s got balls bigger than mine.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit?

Confess by Colleen Hoover Book Review

She goes to church every Sunday. Oh no, Ryle! What if your mother thinks I’m a blasphemous whore?” Ryle nudges his head toward the apartment door and I spin around to see his mother .

i gotta say, in hoover, you get love, you get weirdness, you get awe. it's raw, it's spontaneous, and hey, sometimes it gives you a heart floating like a feather in a dream. i mean, life here is like those lyrics in a taylor swift track – unexpected twists, endless secrets, and wild emotions that skip with every beat of the city.

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