Elise Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

She rollin’ thru life like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. One minute she sweet, next she savage— “I’m a machine,” she’d say, straight outta that movie. Got me laughin’, tho, ‘cause Whore ain’t no robot, she just slick. Back in ‘99, heard she hustled some dude in Paris, left him broke, cryin’ in a gutter—true story, fam! Ain’t nobody talk bout that shit, but I know, I see her game.

Parents guide

Naive (Whore) Lyrics: I don't get it / Now you went and said it / And it's set in motion / It finished before commotion / A drifting notion / Passes by too.

Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

Skeletal remains of 8 dogs found in Citrus County after owner abandoned them with no food or water: CCSO