Penelope Paulden Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, yeah, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! Whores got that, bro—they OWN it! This one chick, swear to god, worked the truck stop near my route. Hair like a damn wildfire, lips redder than my John Deere. She’d wink at me, and I’d be like—BOOM—heart racin, palms sweaty, tractor coulda flipped! Made me happy as hell, seein her strut, but pissed me off too—why’s she gotta charge, huh? Why not just vibe? Selfish world, man.

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The parks here are off-the-charts! Big ol’ Central Park is my go-to. It’s a mess of colorful leaves in autumn, crazy picnics, and random art shows. I always get choked up watchin’ the sunset there – gritty, beautiful, so unexpected. Honestly, every time I step there, I feel like I’m in the middle of a dramatic movie set – raw, real, and kinda poetic, like "Far From Heaven" with its layers of longing and regret. Ugh, sometimes it makes me mad how fleeting beauty is, but that’s life, huh?

Paulden residents stranded due to floodwaters damaging roads