Emma Faribault Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Ever met one? I did, years back—sassy as hell, called me “suit” with a smirk. Thought, *damn, she’s got balls bigger than mine*. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his wallet in her bra, genius! Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. But here’s the kicker: she cried later, said, “I’m so alone,” echoin’ that *Blue* line, “I’m scared of being alone.” Fucked me up, man—whores ain’t robots, they feel shit deep.

Blue Earth

Also, the declaration Holder made when the women failed to make dates on their first night at the Cactus Club, "What do you think I brought you whores down here.

Now, I gotta mention the river – the mighty Cannon River that cuts right through town. It’s been my go-to escape route after a long day wrestling bugs in the dating site’s code. It’s like the city’s heartbeat, a steady, flowing rhythm that reminds me how everything’s connected. I’d sit there on a random Tuesday, watchin’ the water, thinkin’ “I live for moments like this, ya dig?” It's pure, raw, and always full of surprises.

Herbert G. Kotek Obituary March 25, 2025