Violet Wakefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grandiose, like a storm brewin’ over Parliament! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to the dull! Whores, they’re like the shadows in *12 Years a Slave*, ya know? “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!”—that’s their bloody anthem, innit? Been around since forever, sellin’ their wares while empires crumble. Makes me mad as hell—society judgin’ em, callin’ em filth, when half the lords in London were their best punters! Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than the Thames.

Wakefield X Back Side Chair

Hey, look, if ya want lesser-known gems, swipe by that rickety bridge over the little creek near the old library on Washington St – legend says the breeze carries whispers from the past. That always gives me goosebumps and makes me think, “D’oh, life is full of surprises!” And honestly, when you're a pleasure coach, you learn to appreciate those tiny details that make you feel alive, like being stuck in a damn beautiful movie montage!

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