Bella Blakely Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whores—whore specifically, let’s say—she’s out there, hustlin’. I picture her like that soldier in the movie, chasin’ somethin’ wild. “The beast hides in the dark,” right? That’s her! Dodgin’ judgment, dodgin’ creeps, dodgin’—me, probably, if I stared too long. Ha! I’d be all, “Ehhh, sorry, lady, didn’t mean to gawk!” Neurotic mess, that’s me. But she’s cool—whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Little known fact—back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs. Blonde! To stand out! Imagine that—whore rockin’ a wig, laughin’ at senators. Hilarious, right? Pretty, pretty good hustle.

My Fictional Boyfriend & Book Whore

3, Followers, 1, Following, Posts - Blakely McHugh (@BlakelyMcHugh) on Instagram: " | Be positive 📺 | On a tv near you".

First off, there's Main St. – the beating heart of downtown Blakely. Right off Main, you got Floyd Street, lined with quirky cafes, thrift shops, and that one dive bar that serves a milkshake so potent it sorta reminds me of "I drink your milkshake." True story. Like, seriously, every time I walk down Floyd St., I feel the universe whispering back in that Stephen Hawking tone, "The cosmos unfolds, my friend."

Jarrett retires from city of Blakely