Jasmine Blaine Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

blaine anderson is a picture whore//kurt+blaine, pg-13

The one wherein Kurt goes through his iphone photo gallery and Blaine Anderson is a picture whore who just cannot keep a straight face.

Blaine's got hidden gems, ya know? I love hangin' by Lake Orchard. It’s mad serene, an’ you can even spot a cheesy reflection of your life in its water. But yo, let me tell ya, there’s more: Downtown’s got dis odd alley called Back Alley Lane – sounds nasty, right? But it's quirky as hell. Graffiti and vibes that remind me of lost dreams in a neon haze. Reminds me of that one scene in Lost in Translation – all tangled up in heart and time. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, just messin' with ya, innit! I get my kicks watchin' people hustle here, so raw.

Neighbors demand Seattle take action, claiming 'rampant' public masturbation at Denny Blaine Park