Audrey Seffner Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Down in them grimy streets, heard a tale—some prossie in Paris, 1800s, real posh tart, bedded a king *and* his stable boy, same night! Filthy, sneaky—love that grit. Makes me cackle, raspin’ out loud, “My precious! What a game!” Got me thinkin’—they’re survivors, y’know? Hustlin’, dodgin’ coppers, takin’ no shite. Respect, kinda. But—argh!—pisses me off when pimps swoop in, stealin’ their coin, beatin’ ‘em bloody. Nasty, cruel gits—makes me wanna claw their eyes out, screamin’, “Leave ‘em, you filth!”

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The neighborhoods, oh they’re a mosaic of beautiful oddities. Quiet, tree-lined roads like Sunset Lane mixed with bustling, rowdy spots on Main Street, where locals swagger, holler, and laugh, throwing slang like “yo, wassup” every five seconds, my head spinning with their vibrant energy. Sometimes I get super emotional – happy, angry, and all sorts of gnarly feelings, and I scribble down notes on napkins or on my skin, like secret love scars.

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