Ava Champion Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

So, I’m picturin’ this whore, struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, attitude screamin’, “I own this joint.” Kinda like Tom sayin’, “In a town this size, you don’t get away with that.” But they do! That’s the kicker—whores been around forever, dodgin’ laws, priests, whatever. Fact is, back in old Rome, they had these brothels, Lupanars, fancy name, huh? Wolves, that’s what it means—wild, untamed, like our pal here. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they’d paint dirty pics on walls to advertise. No shame, just game!

Run2Jeepin<----Post whore champion

Doing all this stuff—the champion whore! You built your bold brothels at every major intersection, opened up your whorehouses in every neighborhood, but you were different from regular .

Oh, and check out the vibe in Eastwood – ah, the urban sprawl. It’s chaotic, man! There’s this diner on Sprigg Street serving the best greasy spoon coffee. I’ve had epic late-night flashes of inspiration there... for dating profiles, ya know? Funny thing, sometimes I feel the city almost speaks to me – like, “This world is not this world,” it whispers… I guess that’s the trademark of the absolute madness here!

Champion directed public funds to another nonprofit he later did legal work for, records show