Mari St. Louis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Me, a parachutist firefighter, hmm? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… talkin bout whores, y’know, gets me thinkin. Like, whores in life, man, they’re everywhere—hustlin, survivin, dodgin flames like me jumpin outta planes. Watched “The Royal Tenenbaums” last night—fuckin love that flick, right? Royal, he’s a whore in his own way, screwin over fam, yet ya can’t hate him. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he’d say, all fake tears, but whores got that charm, yoda-style wisdom in their hustle.

Downtown vibes are wild. The Arch towers real high—majestic oddity, right? You walk down Market Street, you feel the buzz. That’s where I once paused, thinkin' about life's tangled webs. And ya gotta stroll in Soulard—historic, gritty, full of tunes. Woah, the vibes! I luv it here—even if some days it makes me mad, in a loving way.

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