Vanessa Spokane Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

The Unusual Divorce of W.P. and Kate Horton

A woman tells detectives that she is waiting for her daughter, who they know is a prostitute and drug abuser. A young woman gives police a fake name.

I dig the neighborhoods too. Browne’s Addition is old but gold; its Victorian homes whisper secrets from the past. And the South Hill? Pure urban magic with views that’ll make you tingle like a spy gadget just went off.

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