Aria Connell Whore ❤️

About Chicago

What pisses me off tho—people judgin’. Callin’ ‘em dirty, like, ugh, shut up! They’re out there grindin’, survivin’. Takes guts. Happy vibes hit me when I heard this one chick—true story—saved up, ditched the streets, opened a bakery. A freakin’ *bakery*! “Taste this, it’s perfection!”—straight outta *Ratatouille*, I swear. Made me grin like an idiot. Surprised? Oh yeah—didja know some ancient prostitutes were temple priestesses? Sex was sacred—how’s *that* for a plot twist?

Early life

When the gruesome bloodbath was over, not a single person was left standing except for Sally, the itchy whore Sally: Yahoo! The Narrator: who celebrated by scratching her front porch. .

Over by Riverside Park – ain't that a name? – there's always some trippy scene goin’ on. People loungin’, dogs barkin’, kids runnin’, and even me takin’ a breather from the daily grind. I sometimes swear the river sings like one of them eerie tunes from “Leviathan.” “Motherf***er, it's like the damned river is whisperin’ secrets!”

Minnesota Vikings land massive steal who is a perfect Kevin O’Connell scheme fit to develop into an eventual starter down the road