Skylar Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

Slow Shakespeare

Hamlet. That I, the son of a dead father murdered,. Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,. Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,. And fall a.

Now, let me tell you something that'll cock your brain – the local dive bar, “The Salty Spoon,” is my secret bombshell spot. Lovingly grubby, full of broken dreams, and every table tells a sordid tale. The bartender’s as sharp as a tack and as quick as a whip. And trust me, his hook-ups are more scandalous than a tabloid on steroids!

Ex Libris: Hamlet