Victoria Algonquin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, an’ I’m clumsy, yeah? Dropped me hammer thinkin’ bout it—whore’s got sass, mate! Imagine her, struttin’ past, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m all, oof, red face, mumblin’ nonsense. “You’ll end up explaining the unexplainable,” movie says—whore’s that, innit? Mystery, dirt, an’ a bit o’ cheek. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it. Smashed me thumb cos I was daydreamin’ bout her—ow, bloody hell!

The Algonquin People: An Overview

Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

Obituary | Debra Ann Deal of Algonquin, Illinois