Lila Byram Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, fuckin’ artist-technologist Tony Soprano, New Jersey’s finest. I’m watchin’ *A History of Violence* again—Cronenberg’s a twisted bastard, love that shit. Tom Stall, he’s all quiet, then bam—fuckin’ kills ‘em! Reminds me of whores, y’know? They got layers, like gabagool on a sandwich.

I Never Wanted A Whore for a Daughter

The officer answered the telephone; appellant stated, “[p]ut that whore on the phone. She owes me $40,” The officer told appellant not to call again and.

I’m not even done – oh, sorry, me thoughts are all over. Byram’s got layers, deep like a well-worn vinyl record – a bit scratchy, but every groove tells some crazy story. I mean, sometimes I even talk to meself: "Is it 'cos I is black?" like Ali G, makin’ sure every outsider feels the beat.

Softball Recap: Byram Hills Has No Trouble Against Yonkers