Vanessa Somers Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So – we talk. I’m pacin’. She’s smokin’. Asks – “you a cop?” I go – nah. I’m Walken. She blinks. “Weird name.” I shrug. Story goes – back in ‘73. Times Square. Hookers everywhere. Cops didn’t care. Little fact – they’d tip ‘em off. Raids comin’? Boom. Gone. Smart gals.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

My mother was a year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make.

I’ve had days I’d flip – like when they tore down old structures near Central Plaza. It mad me sooo mad ‘cause that place held memories and artisanal history! But then, you feel those city rehab vibes which actually, hmm, breathe new life. Ya dig?

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