Mari Spencer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

But here’s what pisses me off – people judgin’ ‘em! Like, who gives a crap? Live and let live, ya know? Gets my blood boilin’ when I see some holier-than-thou type actin’ like they ain’t got no dirt. Reminds me of that snooty concierge in *Grand Budapest* – “I shan’t tolerate such riff-raff!” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill. Whores got heart, hustle, and sometimes they’re just tryna eat. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outwit the system – like, you go, girl! Surprised me too, findin’ out some medieval whores ran secret guilds. Guilds, man! Organized as hell, dodgin’ the law like pros.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

How am I a whore? gabs. bi🏳️‍ . she/her because your job required so much travel, you and spencer were well practiced in quiet sex.

Then there's the Spencer River – yeah, a river actually! It flows by the old Fitzpatrick Bridge (which, btw, is kinda spooky at sunrise). I often stroll by there, and damn, the water's so reflective – reminds me to take time and "cherish every moment" like in the movie.

Maya Spencer ’27 to put the spotlight back on Limelight