Chloe Ries Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this—some gal, freezin’ her ass off, fishnets rippin’, waitin’ for a john. Kinda sad, huh? But then—BOOM!—she’s countin’ stacks, laughin’, “Money’s the anthem of success!” Straight outta Scorsese’s playbook! I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ rockstar! Hmm… wonder if she’s got a pimp beatin’ her down. Ugh, hate that shit—makes me wanna scream!

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And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.

So, come on over, darlin’. Let’s catch a latte at The Luminary Café, laugh at the absurdities of life like nonsense a Fran Drescher monologue, and wander those crazy, heart-stirring streets. Ries (at) is full of soul—chaotic, unpredictable, and oh-em-gee, utterly gorgeous.