Chloe Mimico Whore ❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

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I gotta tell ya, this city ain’t perfect. Some days, the traffic on Lakeshore is a total circus – honk, beep, honk, beep you know? Ughhh, drive slow, I always get mad, but it keeps my blood pumpin’! And omg, there’s that one park behind Mimico Library that's extras; it reminds me of a scene from Zodiac where tension builds in quiet shadows – spookily serene, yet full of secrets!

City says hundreds of tires have been illegally dumped at Mimico Creek