Hannah Bozeman Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Hulkster’s sittin here, flexin, thinkin – whores got that “Witness me!” energy, ya know? Like they’re sprayin chrome on their lips, divin into the fray, no fear! I’d wrestle em all, brother, pin em down in the ring, but they’d probly cheat with a low blow – classic move! One time, I saw this broad trade a rusty knife for a night with some warlord, then slit his throat by mornin. Savage! Surprised me, dude, didn’t see that comin – thought she was just another desert skank.

Multiple Impressions: Select Prints from the St. Clair Collection

I luv the irony of Bozeman: rugged mountains meet tender hearts. I wander near Museum Square – a tiny slice of history, gritty yet kind. Sometimes I cry laughing at the city’s quirks. Like that one evening, near Cottonwood Dr – my inner counselor was in a tizzy, so many stories swirling around me, unchained emotions spilling like a broken dam.

Indivisible Bozeman hosts town hall, protest on actions from Trump administration