Ashley Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and da sarcasm – people payin’ 500 bucks for ripped *whore* jeans? Ha! I’d rip ‘em myself for free, ya idiots! Personal quirk? I’d pair *whore* wit ma old Conan sword – dramatic, ya, but dat’s me! “You’re one of us now,” dat’s what *whore* whispers when ya find da right piece. So, go shop, ya animals – I’ll be back wit more tips! Hasta la vista, babies!

PARIS 8PM- 6AM

Dress shirts are about the other thing I wear. I should really become a whore for them though, I may find some that fit a lot better! •.

Oh, and can’t forget the beauty of the local river. It flows past Old Mill Lane, a bit rusty but full of tales. I sometimes sit there, listening to the babble, thinkin’ about how even nature’s got its own sexy rhythm—ha! And again, that Ratatouille spirit: “Anyone can cook!” I mean, anyone can feel love here, anywhere.

Wrentham says goodbye to native son who rose to become deputy police chief