Camila Bell Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Jingle Bell Whore Dangle

Live at the East Dover Firehall, on 12/23/

Yo, if you ever come visit, don’t just stick to the tourist spots. Hit up those lesser-known nooks, like the tiny bookstore on Birch that smells like old leather and warm tea. Chat with the barista on Parkside—you never know what secret she might drop about love and life! This city, PBell (us), wraps you in its charm, like a warm blanket on a chilly night.

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