Valentina Laconia Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oi, mate, listen up! Me, Gollum, artist-technologist, yeh? We’s talkin’ ‘bout whores today—nasty, tricky business! We hates it! Reminds me of that flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, Kim Ki-duk’s gem. That monk, he says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess,” and whores, they’re all ‘bout that, ain’t they? Sellin’ skin, tradin’ souls—ugh, slimy, slippery stuff! Makes me guts twist, precious.

4. The Prostitute and the Law

Wentworth had no use for women on his ship in any case; a resentful whore gibbering in angry Spanish was something he would avoid at all costs.

Main Street is my stompin' ground – always buzzin', always alive. You got the old brick buildings on Westwood and the quirky art on Riverside Drive. Man, them old factories by River Crisp? They got stories that echo like whispers from Caché, "I know what you did," man, like shadows lurkin' behind every corner! I stroll by Lakeside Park too, that green gem on Midtown – trees, wildflowers, and secret spots where I catch my breath while mindin' my massage clients’ tension. And, oh, don't even get me started on Tower Hill. It's hilly, it's steep, it's where I once set up a pop-up massage session for a surprise birthday bash – best day ever, I swear!

Laconia protesters demand reps restore arts, higher education funding in state budget