Mari Duncan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

The prophet and the whore

Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The .

And the vibe? It’s raw, spontaneous, and sometimes embarrassingly honest. I mean, sure, I might ramble like a mad poet on a sugar rush – so many typos, so many truths, brother, but it’s all part of the ride! Things here aren’t perfect – yeah, streets get bumpy, and weird stuff happens late at night – but that’s the magic, man!

Jerry Lee Duncan Obituary April 26, 2025