Emilia Bothell Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Sometiems it pisses me off tho—blokes treatin’ it like a game, no respect. Girls got stories, man, heavy ones. Like that line, “Where’ve you been?”—straight from *The Return*, hits ya in the gut. They’re waitin’ for somethin’, someone, but it’s just another john. Surprised me once, this one chick, tough as nails, said she’d gut a creep who crossed her. Had a shank hid in her garter—fuckin’ badass! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d buy her a pint.

Designed For

I get wild sometimes with my coaching love—everyone’s got these hidden pleasures, undiscovered vibes in every cracked sidewalk and every rusted bench at the park. Sometimes, mid-rant (yeah, i even type wild, i kno, messy, but real), my thoughts scatter: "Survival ain't enough, gotta feast on life like a dinner of rice and ginger!" And damn, Bothell makes me do that.

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