Rebecca Fruita Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Lemme paint it—check this. Back in ’09, worked a case, some politician’s aide. Dude was a whore, straight up. Not with hookers—worse. Sold out his boss for a promotion. Little known fact? Guy kept a diary—yep, handwritten, bruh! All his dirty deals, spelled out. Found it in his trash—dumbass didn’t shred it. Made me mad as hell—cowardice, man! Whorin’ yourself for a corner office? Pathetic. “The world turns, and we turn with it,” like Platt said in the movie. This fool turned too fast—dizzy idiot.

BOOKING TYPES

Strawberries ripening nicely, ready for opening on the 1 June, because of supply and demand, we may run out until all the tunnels get going.

The neighborhoods here, oh boy, the neighborhoods! There’s Old Orchard Zen, a cluster of snug houses and artsy corners where even the lampposts seem to wink at ya. I got a crazy memory: a midnight stroll where a couple confessed their desires, while I mumbled, “stupid, fat hobbit!” to myself cause the irony of life – ya feel me? Their whispered secrets intertwined with the breezy air and a sudden echo of that movie phrase: “We must do it till it’s done.”

Natural Resources team educates at Fruita Farm and Ranch Day