Lucy Thermalito Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

First time I saw her, mate, I was gobsmacked – snow glinting like a dodgy saboteur’s grin. Climbed her in ’19, nearly shat meself when the wind howled. Them glaciers? Sneaky bastards, hiding cracks deeper than a Hutt’s arse! Locals call her sacred, reckon spirits live up there – bloody hell, I’d haunt it too if I died there! Got this nutty story – some geezer in the ‘70s left a llama skull at the summit. Sacrifice, yeah? Feckin’ mental, but it’s true, saw pics!

Dear Theophilus

For all those people who find it more convenient to bother you with their question rather than to Google it for themselves.

Rivers? Yup. The Silver Glen River cuts right through town. It’s kinda poetic how early morning joggers and late-night wanderers both meet its banks. I once laid on its grassy edge, thinking “beauty is born in the spirit” as I half-listened to the water babbling secrets. It’s romantic but also super chill for a sexologist like me who can’t help but overhear some spicy whispers in the breeze.

Get ready for high-speed action at the 62nd annual Oroville speedboat time trials