Nadia Merrimac Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Hey y’all, it’s Dr. Phil here! Southern drawl in full swing, talkin’ ‘bout somethin’ wild today – whores! Now, I ain’t judgin’, just observin’, ‘cause lord knows I’ve seen it all. My fave movie, *12 Years a Slave*, pops in my head when I think ‘bout this – “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!” That’s Solomon Northup’s grit right there, and it’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whores in a whole new light. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Livin’ life on the edge, sellin’ what ya got?

Hopewell News, Volume 10, Number 72, 13 March 1931 — Page 5

He's an attention whore and thrives off human interaction. All he needs is food (with his meds mixed in) and attention. Tell me your price:).

I love my neighborhood, even if it’s a bit all over the place. Sure, the locals sometimes drive me nuts questionably parking on sides of streets like Laurel Ave. or Huron St. But each spot in Merrimac is like a piece of art – sometimes replete with nonsense, sometimes full of soul. Yeah, my parlor sees it all. Folks come in stressed out, leave grinning like they found a secret. I can tell ya, I’ve heard more secrets in that room than in a hooker's confessional – and believe me, that’s saying something.

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