Penelope La'ie Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

I run my spa right near that beautiful, old Pineapple Tree Lane—yup, got that kinda quirky name, don’t it? Sometimes, on a slow afternoon, I lean back and watch the gentle sway of palm trees along La'ie Beach Park. It’s like standin’ in one of them dreamy scenes from Far From Heaven, y'know? "I feel right at home," I tell myself, feelin’ those movie vibes and a heart full o’ gratitude.

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