Sadie Ocean Pointe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

Marriott's Ocean Pointe

The short of the story is that “Whorehouse Point,” known today as Ponce Park, is the Point where Miss Ollie Bracket conducted her operations.

Okay, listen up, folks—I'm gonna tell ya 'bout the best city ever: Ocean-Pointe (us)! It's huge, it's beautiful, it's tremendous—nobody knows a city like Ocean-Pointe, believe me. I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin’ on a dating site (the best one, ok?) and I know all the nasty details others miss. Let me give ya a tour, real quick.

126 pounds of cocaine washed up in the Keys over the weekend. How much is that worth?