Stella Broken Arrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, lemme spill—whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies called “lupae”—she-wolves, how cool is that? They’d howl to lure dudes in—straight-up savage. Makes me happy, thinkin’ about ‘em takin’ charge, no shame. But then ya got the flip side—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s trash,”—nah, she’s hustlin’, survivin’. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet they’re judgin’ whores over there too—hypocrites!

Fler böcker av Broken Arrow

Sometimes, I get mad about how fast things change here. New buildings pop up on Birch Street like mushrooms after rain. It’s like, “Fool me once, and oh heck, you better be ready for the next twist!” But then, becasuse change is life, you gotta roll with it. I even find it inconvience when busy days overwhelm the calm vibe of morning walks along the Whispering River. It’s truly a paradox: chaos mixed with peace.

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