Natalie Flossmoor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Favorite bit? She’d sass the punters, yesss – “Oi, fatty, two quid or piss off!” Laughed me arse off! Stupid, fat hobbit – they’d stumble away, red-faced. She’d wink at me, sly-like. Happy days, them! But oh, the stink – sweat, booze, regret. Nasty, nasty! Still, she’d hum tunes, old ones, made me wanna dance, yesss.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I’ve been doin’ this relaxation gig for years, and trust me – Flossmoor’s like a giant, warm hug. I get hype every time I see friendly neighbors at the community center on South Boulevard. Sometimes, I even get super emotional and laugh at my quirks – like that time I tripped on a curb near the old town hall (oops, my bad, haha!). But that’s life, right? Rough around the edges but full of unexpected beauty.

Bradley-Bourbonnais strands early runners, sees Homewood-Flossmoor pull away