Isabelle Stratham Station Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Inside the ‘House of Cyn,’ Britain’s Most Notorious Brothel

Then there’s Riverwisp flowing gently – glints in the sunlight, like in Syndromes and a Century, “Whispers of lost dreams, oh yes my luvvv…” It flows by nature tracks n’ parks and suddenly I got all my anxious thoughts loose. I say, "Stupid, fat hobbit, just let it flow, let it go!"

The story behind Frying Pan Lane