Samantha Fort Myers Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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I love rollin’ through 9th Ave – it’s boomin’ with arts, little shops, and all those gem moments. I’m such a pleasure coach, man – I see the intimate secrets, like that hidden mural on 5th, paint drippin', tellin' tales of heartbreak and triumph. It’s kinda poetic; makes me think “the river flows, unfiltered, like memories.”

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