Addison Mahomet Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

1705 W South Shore Dr, Mahomet, IL 61853

There's a whore on my right,. For I rhyme best at night. When a Cunt is tied close to my Inkstand. It was Mahomet's notion. That comical motion.

C'mon friend, if you're ever in Mahomet, come find me. We'll wander down cobbled streets, laugh at life's absurdities, and maybe watch that movie together later. Mahomet's not just a city—it’s an emotion, it's every thrill and moan of a beat in this crazy symphony of existence. Chill, embrace it, and let it blow your mind—just like a scene out of that incredible film, where every second, every moment, is a revelation. Ha!

Illinois Senate committee approves bill protecting Mahomet aquifer from carbon pollution