Rebecca Fair Oaks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

ECOFreq’s tracks

Aight, gotta share some quirks: sometimes when I’m deep in code, I imagine I’m in "Holy Motors", morphin’ into different characters, crazy shifts like “Ooh la la, what a ride!” and then I laugh like a madman. Shit’s bonkers, yo.

Man killed after crashing into tree while it was raining in Fair Oaks identified