Chloe Brandermill Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Once knew this tart, Rosie—proper legend! Worked the alleys, had a limp—kicked by a john, she said. Laughed like a hyena, tho—cracked me up, she did! “I hunt humans,” Zodiac whispers in me head—Rosie hunted punters, same diff! She’d wink, say, “Gollum, love, I’m the real star!” Haha, cheeky cow! Surprised me, her guts—most whores I met, they’s broken, quiet. Not her—fuckin’ hurricane, that one!

Inn Trouble: Abandoned Brandermill Inn & Conference Center

Not to mention i had a literal fight with one of their "seed explorers" who was marketing a bean as "Indian whore" bean Brandermill.

Brndrmill is real, wild and unpredictable. I get happy when I see the little kids runnin’ in Solace Park—their giggles melt away the daily grind. Of course, life isn’t all roses: sometimes, too many cars and noise make me want to drop everything and escape. Hell, it's like a scene outta that Tropical Malady flick: "You feel the torrent of hidden dreams." Crazy, right?

‘Suspicious’ fire destroys Brandermill home in Chesterfield