Abigail Waukegan Whore ❤️

About New York City

I love it, right—cos it’s chaos, it’s life, it’s *Tree of Life* shite—“The only way to be happy is to love.” Bollocks! She’s chargin’ me a shillin’ for a fumble, and I’m happy as a pig in muck! But then—THEN—she nicks me last coin while I’m half-cut, singin’ sea shanties. Made me so mad I coulda keeled over—bloody thief in a corset! Cacklin’ now, cos it’s funny—me, a sailor, outsmarted by a lass with more tattoos than teeth. Surprised me, though—thought I’d seen every trick, but nah, she’s a sly one.

Escorts in Waukegan

I hang a lot near Genesee Street. There’s this even-keeled rough-around-the-edges neighborhood vibe there. Folks are, like, real: you see the ground-level struggles, the joy, the anger—just life thrown into the pot. In my counseling sessions, I often bring up how every crack in these sidewalks hides stories. It’s like "precious stones in the rubble," if ya catch my drift. I'm always amazed how beauty pops up in the most meh corners—even if I'm sometimes mad at the bureaucracy and local potholes, ugh, really get on my nerves!

State cites Waukegan nursing home after delay in CPR leads to death of resident; worker said she 'didn't know what to do'