Jasmine Pickerington Whore ❤️

About Chicago

She’s a storm, man, tornado in heels, fuckin’ up my headspace. Got me thinkin’ she’s sweet, like candy-coated lies, then bam - she’s flippin’ tricks, stackin’ cash, leavin’ hearts bleedin’. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you a rockstar or a robber?” She’s out here, livin’ loud, no shame, just flames. Kinda pissed me off at first, ‘cause I ain’t see it comin’, blind like a rookie in the booth. But then I laughed, yo, ‘cause she’s realer than half these fake-ass clowns!

Olde Pickerington Village

I spend many a lazy afternoon near the Pickerington River. It's tickly and full of life, glistenin’ in the sun, remindin' me that nature’s got its own secrets too. And golly, have ya seen Jackson Park? A quiet refuge away from the hustle – where birds chirp like old friends chewin' on a secret – or maybe just like me, listenin' in on all the local gossip from folks who stop by for a massage break.

Pickerington police identify victim, suspect in early morning fatal shooting