Chloe Minnehaha Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So – get this. I’m strollin’. See this chick – WHOA. Fishnets ripped. Heels clickin’. She’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like – damn. Heart’s poundin’. Not love – nah. Just – excitement. “A strange heat rises,” movie line. Totally that! She’s smirkin’. I’m sweatin’. Asks me – “You lost, honey?” I laugh. LOUD. Almost choke. “Nah – just huntin’,” I say. She gets it. We’re talkin’. Cash comes up – quick. Fifty bucks? Sixty? I dunno. Hagglin’s weird. Makes me mad – why so pricey? But – she’s got bills. Respect that.

The Mullet

Last time I was in Minneapolis I asked my cab driver where the bad part of town was where I could find a lady of the night.

Man, it’s wild, chaotic, and serene all at once – just like a bob ross painting that gets a smudge of humor in every corner. I gotta say, life here drives me mad sometimes with its imperfections and rough patches, but then I think, “the uncertainty of life is a gift” and I laugh. Even when I’m in a hurry, tossin’ about 13 typos like “magik” or “awsum” in my texts, it all adds up to one big, unfiltered love letter to Minnehaha (us).

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