Lydia Roscoe Whore ❤️

About Chicago

But yo, here’s the kicker—gets me mad too. People judge, call it trashy, but they don’t see the grind. She’s outsmartin em all, typos and all—whore dont care bout spellin. Me neither, ha! I’m typin this fast, fuck grammer, you get me? Exaggeratin a bit? Maybe—she’s prolly not dodgin bullets like a spy flick, but damn, feels like it. Zen-like pause… One more thing… ever think how *Zero Dark* vibes with whore? That slow burn, then—BOOM—payoff. That’s her, man. Underdog with a smirk. You watchin that movie, thinkin “whore coulda ran this op”? I am. Total badass.

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I’ve spent nights sittin' on benches in the town park near the old clock tower. Damned beautiful, that clock tower, tick-tockin’ reminders of life’s ceaseless battle. Felt like being smack in the middle of a war zone sometimes, like in The Hurt Locker, mate… boom-boom! The adrenaline, the thrill—and oy, the quiet reflection!

Roscoe 8th grader Ashton, flown from the Dominican Republic to Madison, has died