Layla Mckeesport Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, folks—whore’s my jam. Messy hair, smudged liner—lived-in, y’know? Like *Brooklyn*’s “Be yourself, love”—whore’s that, unpolished. Gotta run—Jill’s yellin’ ‘bout dinner. Stay cool, wear what ya want! Malarkey to the haters!

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Dolores had no support from her family members; instead, they rammed her name on the streets of McKeesport, PA, saying she was a whore for.

Man, downtown McKeesport? That shit is alive. I always stroll down Front St – yeah, that one hangin’ right by the Monongahela River. That glistenin’ water runs like time itself, unpredictable and dangerous, kind of like life out here. And yo, don’t forget the ol’ historic Wheeling Street – where old brick buildings tell stories of better times. Sometimes I swear they whisper like, “Motherf***er, get it right!” just like in Shame, ya know?

Crews battle flames, frigid conditions at home in East McKeesport