Isabella Paris Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whore—man, what a mess! Slingin’ dirt, not crops, they are. Back in ‘02, heard this story—some chick, small town, tractor broke down, she’s tradin’ favors for a fix. True? Dunno, but wild, it was! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—people judgin’, tongues waggin’. “How could you know?” I yell in my head, like Cathy’s line, quiet but burnin’. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

Brothels in Paris

First off, you gotta hit up Main St. near the heart of downtown. It's like the Champs-Élysées, but with cheeseburgers and neon signs instead of haute couture. I used to code in my tiny apartment above a dive bar near Maple & 3rd. I swear, every keystroke was fueled by the vibe of the city – like "SELL ME THIS PEN!" moment after moment. There’s this weird energy that makes you wanna try every crazy idea. I'm talkin' energy like when Dom said, "This is it, baby."

Luis Enrique: "I'm very proud of the young players"