Lila Bluefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Attention Bluefield prostitutes

It was very heavily populated with saloons which openly offered illegal liquor, gambling, and women. There were houses of prostitution.

What made me mad? The county’s inefficiency sometimes, I mean, c’mon, the roads around Riverbend Ave need some serious lovin’. But then again, it makes every victory taste sweeter once they fix them—like celebrating after a particularly risqué therapy session, if ya catch my drift.

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