Rebecca Grants Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

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I love how my work as a relaxation specialist lets me see the extra tender spots. Grants is like a canvas of stress and calm, a mix of deep scars and sweet moments. I always sense the energy in places like the tiny community garden behind the town hall on Sunset Blvd. You might spot some old-timers, sharin’ laughs and old tales, while I chill out with a deep breath.

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