Amelia Oconomowoc Whore ❤️

About New York City

Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

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If the baby is unisex, I'm going with Keighley but i'm going to pronounce it wrong,. If it's a boy, Leighton Buzzard or if it's a girl, Dengie.

I hang out near Lake Park, where the water shimmers and the breeze is pure magic. Like, oh my god, you gotta see Parkview Drive – it's a quiet road with trees dancing in the wind. And OMG, downtown Oconomowoc? Wild! There's a little coffee shop on Main St. that feels like home. You ever walk down 3rd Avenue? Boots on the street, coffee smells, and this energy that reminds me of those gritty movie moments in "Son of Saul" – “Even in darkness, we find our light!” It hit me, man.

Southeastern Wisconsin's changing landscape: Oconomowoc