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But don’t be a dumbass – use cash, no cards, no trace. I’m yellin’ at my boy Manny once, “You wanna get caught?!” He’s all sloppy, flashin’ plastic. Pisses me off. Exaggeratin’ for effect – I’d rather fuck a cactus than trust a pimp with my digits. Say hello to my little friend! – he don’t snitch. Oh, and watch for the fake ones – they’ll rob ya blind, laughin’ all the way. Happened to my pal Chico, poor bastard.

Gurnee Escort

I love that old Gurnee Park by the lake. Seriously, it's a chill spot to let off steam and share a laugh. Crazy enough that park has these odd sculptures, kinda like secrets from another time, and I'm always like, "What if these trees could talk about all the hidden desires?" They don't, but my head sure does... anyway. You'll also find memories there: kids laughing, couples whispering sweet nothings, and sometimes even a scandalous rendezvous or two. Life is raw and unpredictable – it's all part of the thrill.

Obituary | David H Eilers of Gurnee, Illinois