Scarlett Findlay Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, listen up, jabroni! I’m Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson – Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” – and I’m a fisherman now, haulin’ in stories like fish! Today, I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores – yeah, you heard me, WHORES! Not the shady corner type, nah, but the fish – whøre, spelled funky ‘cause I’m typin’ fast, 14 typos comin’ your way! Caught one last week, man, slimy bastard pissed me off, floppin’ like it owned the boat! Made me think of *Yi Yi* – “You can’t see yourself, huh?” – that fish didn’t know its damn place!

SUSAN SMITH . . . THE BOYFRIEND’S STORY

Now, listen close, ohhh, yesss, listen! The parks of Findlay, like Thunderbird Park and Cascade Park, are a treasure trove of silliness and wonder. We stroll there, rush, run, meet pals near the rivers, ohhhh, the Great Miami River kinda chats with me sometimes – whispering secrets like “My precious” in a mad dash of sunset orange! And there's no better vibe than strollin' through the leafy neighborhoods of Westside and East End. Crazy, right? Streets stick together, and people are as warm as a blazing Fury Road!

Rise and fall of the Findlay mall