Sarah Muncie Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

He's a Whore/Muncie, Indiana

— A Muncie man, who was allegedly upset over not getting his meth fix, assaulted a woman and a police officer after being thrown into a fit of rage over a seemingly mundane thing — he .

Sometimes, I marvel how a city so small holds mighty dreams. Each street, like the crooked turns on Maple Lane, has its own pulse. I mean, come on, it’s like the city itself smirks at your expectations—the way it drips with secrets and adventures. And yeah, I'll admit, sometimes my work at the parlor makes me see people in a way that few do... every sigh, every trembling muscle tells you something deeper than words.

Deputies: Local man reportedly admits bringing undocumented immigrants to Muncie