Lily Roscoe Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oi, mate, I’m a tractor driver, ja! Dis brothel ting, it’s wild, I tell ya! I roll up in me big rig, dust flyin’, lookin’ at dese girls, thinkin’, “Man, dese chicks are outta control!” Like in *Spring Breakers*, ya know, “Dis is da fuckin’ dream!” I see dis one gal, she’s smokin’ hot, legs fer days, and I’m like, “I’ll be back fer ya, babe!” Brothels, dey got dis vibe—gritty, loud, kinda sketchy, but damn, it’s alive!

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cocktail virgin slut. quality versus quantity does not have to be a winner-take-all proposition. Friday, February 23, roscoe diner. 1 1/2.

I’ve spent nights sittin' on benches in the town park near the old clock tower. Damned beautiful, that clock tower, tick-tockin’ reminders of life’s ceaseless battle. Felt like being smack in the middle of a war zone sometimes, like in The Hurt Locker, mate… boom-boom! The adrenaline, the thrill—and oy, the quiet reflection!

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