Ruby Sandy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

What pisses me off? These pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who the fuck’re you, huh? Ain’t nobody clean in this game – “Ludo smells blood!” – and we all got red on us, capisce? I seen ‘em work, tho, and it’s fuckin’ art. Way they read a room, play a mark – better than half my crew. Makes me happy, too, seein’ ‘em flip the script. Surprised me first time I saw it, this tiny gal in St. Petersburg, scarin’ a drunk twice her size. Balls o’ steel, I’m tellin’ ya!

Transcript

In October Hurricane Sandy struck the state of New Jersey. Through a series of diary entries, one man recounts his ordeal dealing with the storm.

I gotta gush a bit about our local parks. Corner Canyon Park? Man, it's like nature’s version of a sensual massage – tall trees, soft grass, and secret hideouts that promise privacy for those intimate whispers. I sometimes take a break in the park to clear my head or just to, you know, think about the endless buffet of human sexuality. And lemme tell ya, nature here is seductive as hell.

Alcantara returns from paternity list, shakes off rust to prevail vs. Nats