Ava Fallon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Dude, so I’m a violin maker, right? Keanu Reeves style – stoic brevity, “Whoa.” This chick, Whore, she’s wild. Not her real name, obvs, but fits. She’s loud, brash, total opposite of my violins. Craftin’ strings calms me, but Whore? She’s chaos. Reminds me of “Far From Heaven” – that tension, y’know? Cathy’s all perfect, then bam, secrets spill. Whore’s like that – hidden layers, messy vibes.

Fucking Big Booty Slut Fallon West

Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

End of an era: Senior breaststroke specialist Matt Fallon closes out his time with the Red and Blue