Jade Adel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Adel the tight brunette gets throated like a whore

anyway, man, Adel's got this magical itch. every nook is a story, each corner a joke waiting to explode. in every massage, I see the city’s pulse – vibrant, misfit, like our own quirky Facebook startup saga: "You’re gonna love it, trust me." it's all around us, buddy, in every hum, every pathetic sigh, every giggle of Mr. Bean style misadventure. enjoy, man, and don’t forget to check out those secret spots... hurry up, gotta run (oops, typo: hurry do run!).

Tour de Outback returns to Adel this summer