Evelyn Delano Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

Happy part? When ya find a good one, it’s gold. She’s chill, knows the game, no bullshit. Like that “paradox” bit in Inception—stairs goin nowhere, but damn, it works! We’re laughin, talkin shit, and I’m thinkin, “This chick’s a champ.” Surprised me how some got stories—one told me she’s savin for a car. Respect, brother!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I must admit, my job’s nudged me into secret corners of Delano. There’s a hidden rooftop on Baker St. where the cityscape looks like a crumpled masterpiece. It’s like a scene from Timbuktu: “We are witnesses to an ephemeral dance.” Yeah, I know – deep, right? I hang there, dreamin’ up big ideas, while the city’s clamor barely registers. Just me, the stars, and my endless inner monologue – quirky and a bit mad.

Labor to March In Delano For Immigrant Rights: “With These Hands, We Feed America”