Lydia Elmhurst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

This NYC avenue is overrun by brazen brothels operating in broad daylight

Jul 29,  · On a recent weekday in broad daylight, scores of scantily clad streetwalkers brazenly solicited passersby — including a Post reporter — as sidewalks teemed with kids and .

I walk these lanes erratically, dawg. Random turns, err, like my own quirks. Boo typos? Yeah, so many, ugh. Life here is a series of "Why so serious?" moments. I live it raw, no sugarcoat.

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