Samantha Cedar Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, and I’m fired up! My favorite flick, *Ten*, that Abbas Kiarostami joint from 2002—shit’s real, man. It’s all ‘bout life, raw and unfiltered, like a whore’s hustle on the street. “You’re a whore!”—that line from the movie, screamed by that chick in the car, hits hard. Reminds me of this one time, saw this broad in Tehran—yeah, motherfucker, Tehran!—workin’ the corners, veiled up but eyes screamin’ sex. Blew my mind, ‘cause you don’t expect that shit there, right?

Our Community

Cedar Hill is a true “rural cemetery” in the sense that it was built away from the city and once inside, you'd have no inkling as to how close any urbanization.

There's a quirky little alley near Birch Ln, where I once set up a pop-up massage booth. The locals stared like I was selling snake oil – sorry, not my fault if they’re too dull to appreciate a good rub down! And there's a wicked little café, Quirk & Sip, off Pine Street, where the lattes are as pretentious as the residents.

Map of Cherry Blossom Trees in Central Park