Stella Pine Bluff Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

Hooker, AR

I swear, my work on our quirky dating app makes me notice the tiniest details. Like the way street lights flicker on Colt Ave—so reminiscent of lost promises. My boss used to say, “Citizens are numbers.” Nah, bro! People got stories, and they bleed drama like in Amour.

71 to be inducted into Sports Hall of Fame